She smiled again, and seemed even less displeased than before, and moved her chair nearer mine.
I then began talking at a rapid rate, giving her no chance whatever to express herself, and directing my remarks in a way that would cause her to think I matrimonially inclined. By this time she had finished chewing off one corner of her apron and had tackled the other. Her eyes were fairly dancing with delight.
Her cheeks had flushed considerably, and she seemed at a loss to know what to do with her brawny hands and ponderous feet.
I quickly observed that my scheme was working to a charm and continued my love-making, asserting myself boldly; then to test her feeling in the matter, I asked her to express herself freely, without hesitation, as I didn't care to have my affections trifled with.
Then drawing her chair nearer mine, she remarked, in her most fascinating manner, that the only feller she ever did like had red hair and a large red moustache; then, having finished up the apron, she blurted out:
"How many times you ben married? Mebbe you got one or two wives neow."
"For gracious' sake! do you think I look as though I'd ever been married? I guess I'll leave."
"Well, I don't know's you do; but you look like you'd make an awful nice man."
She moved her chair still closer to mine.