Mrs. Grimes drew her shawl a little closer about her throat.
“Seems to me it’s turning a lot colder, Joe,” she said.
“Better go in the house, Serepty,” he advised quickly.
“Come in and have a cup of coffee, Joe,” said she.
“I guess I’d better go ’round the back way, Serepty, so’s not to disturb Ollie and the committee. Has he set the day for the wedding?”
She came down from the porch and together they started for the rear of the house.
“No, he ain’t,” said she.
“I thought he had. He’d ought to.”
“He’s not the one to do the setting, Joe Sikes. It’s none of his business. That’s the girl’s lookout. Jane has named the day, if that’s what you want to know. It’s to be the tenth of November.”
“He’s a lucky feller,” said the old man. “Think of a feller being able to get married to as purty a girl as Jane and still not have any brother-in-laws.”