“It has been accomplished,” said Florence, as she covered her blushing face.
“But there were no tellers to record the vote,” he insisted.
We voted again.
“God bless you both!” said Smead, with enthusiasm.
He kissed her, gave me a little hug, and added: “Her father told me what would happen, an' I believe he gave his consent in advance.”
“He did,” said Florence.
“Old boy, you've got a life job on your hands keepin' up with her. It suggests an editorial.”
“How so?” Florence inquired.
“It will run about like this,” Dan! W. went on. “'The first occupation of man was keepin' up with Eve. She got tired of seein' him lie in the shade an' of hearin' him lie in the shade. So she contrived a situation in which it was necessary for him to get busy; she got him a job. It was no temporary thing; it was a real, permanent job. Many have tried to resign an' devote their lives to rum, eloquence, an' trottin'-hosses. We have seen the result in Griggsby. It is deplorable. Little Corporal calls them back to their tasks.'”
We applauded his editorial.