"No, it ain't me liver; it's me heart. That's what's the matter."
"Your heart!" Jess exclaimed. "Why, daddy, I didn't know you had heart trouble."
"Ye didn't, eh? Well, I had it once, jist about the time I asked ye'r mother to marry me. It was a mighty bad dose."
"H'm, you soon got over it," Mrs. Andrews retorted.
"I sure did, Tildy. Ye'r right there. It didn't take long after we got hitched, an' I thought I'd never have another attack."
"What brought it on now, for pity sakes, Abner? It can't be a woman this time."
"It sartinly is."
"A woman!"
"Yes, a woman; a livin' female woman, an' a widder at that."
"Good gracious, Abner! A widow! What do you mean, anyway?"