"Mat—what—what! Now look here—how's this? Where's Ben Holly's claim?"
"He never had any." She shifted ground quickly. "O Herman, we had a wonderful time last night! Father and Uncle Marsden shook hands——"
"What?" shouted Herman, as he fell in a limp mass against the cutter. "Bring a physician—I'm stricken."
"Don't act so! Everybody's looking."
"They'd better look. I'm drowning while they wait."
She untied the horse and came back.
"Climb in there and stop your fooling, and I'll tell you all about it."
He crawled in with tearing groans of mock agony, and then leaned his head against her shoulder. "Well, go on, sis; I can bear it now."
She nudged him to make him sit up.
"Well, you know we've had a revival."