“I don’t know,” said Asenath, “it seems to me as though the hands are the hands of Esau, but that the voice is the voice of Jacob.”
“Show! Well, now, Amanda, you and Asahel talk now with each other. Here’s the tube.”
“Asahel Bow,” said Amanda, through the tube, “I believe in you through and through.”
“Amen!” said Asahel, speaking outside of the tube. “Amen whenever your mother shall say Amen, and never until then. There is no need of any courting stick for me.”
At this point of family history Caleb leaped around.
“I know what I did with it—I do now!”
“Did with what, Kalub?” asked Asenath.
“That letter for Asahel—it is right under my bandanna in my hat!”
Caleb went to his hat and handed the lost letter to Asahel.
The latter looked at it and said, “England!” He read it with staring eyes and whitening face, and handed it to Mrs. Short, who elevated her spectacles again.