Story 3--Chapter I.
Story Three — Nil Des.
John Richards’ Housekeeper.
“Git along, do, with such clat.”
“But, Keziah—dear—only listen to me! Here’s winter coming on fast, and what could be a better time for getting it over? What’s cold got to do with it, Keziah, when there’s a warm and manly heart beating away for you at such a rate as to keep you warm and itself too? Say yes, Keziah!”
“I won’t.”
“Only think of how happy we should be, with you at your housekeeping, and me with my tallers!”
“And smelling ten times worse of burnt mutton-chops than you do now when you come.”