“An’ I’m an ole woman! Two ole folks is es good a match es two young uns.”
“Ah, but you don’t allow Abner and me is a good match!” said Harriet, eagerly.
“If you allow the deacon and me is.”
Their eyes met.
“You see, there’s the young uns to think on,” said Mrs. Strang. “If you were to go away, how could I get along with the mortgage?”
“Thet’s true,” said Harriet, relenting a little.
“An’ if we were all to go to the farm, there’d be the house for you and Abner.”
Harriet flushed rosily.
“An’ mebbe the deacon wouldn’t be hard with the mortgage!”
“Mebbe,” murmured Harriet. Her heart went pit-a-pat. But suddenly her face clouded.