“The longer they wait the less sense they’ve got! If two people love each other they ought to marry at once, thet’s a fact.”
“Yes; if they’re two ole sensible people.”
“I’m tar’d o’ this talk o’ waitin’,” said Harriet, petulantly. “How ole were you when you ran away with father?”
“You ondecent minx!” ejaculated Mrs. Strang.
“You weren’t no older nor me,” persisted Harriet, unabashed.
“Yes, but I lived in a great city. I saw young men of all shapes and sizes. I picked from the tree—I didn’t take the fust thet fell at my feet; an’ how you can look at an onsightly critter like Abner Preep! I’d rayther see you matched with Roger Besant, for though his left shoulder is half an inch higher than the right a’most, from carrying heavy timbers in the ship-yard, he don’t bend his legs like a couple o’ broken candles.”
“Don’t talk to me o’ Roger Besant—he’s a toad. It’s Abner I love. I don’t kear ’bout his legs; his heart’s in the right place!”
“You mean he’s give it to you!”
“An’ you will fly in my face?”