"Say it, Jeff. I'll not give ye away to Sadie. Honest, I won't."
"I believe," said Jeff solemnly, "that I've got it where the bottle got the cork. It's a curious sort o' feeling, not unpleasant, but kind o' squirmy."
"What in thunder are you at?"
"It's love, Bud--love at first sight. Now, mind--yer not to give me away. I'm in love end over end with your sister. Don't git mad! She'll never know it."
"Are you often taken this way?"
"Never before, by Jing! That's what's so queer. Mebbee I pitched on my head. Mebbee I'm delirious."
"Mebbee you always were--half-baked. Looks like it, I must say. Give me the case."
"Any more sisters, Bud? I reckon not. The mould must ha' been broke when Miss Sadie was born. One'll make trouble enough for we men. Is there another, Bud?"
"No."
"There's another picture in there."