Garrison tacked to other items.
"Why did she have to go so soon?" he inquired. "Couldn't she have stayed here with you?"
"What, a young thing like her, only just married?" demanded Mrs. Wilson, faintly blushing. "I guess you don't know us women when we're in love." And she blushed again.
"Of course," answered Garrison, at a loss for a better reply. "Did her uncle seem pleased with her marriage?"
"Why, he sat where you're now settin' for one solid hour, tellin' me how tickled he felt," imparted the housewife. "He said she'd git everything he had in the world, now that she was married happy to a decent man, for he'd fixed it all up in his will."
"Mr. Hardy said his niece would inherit his money?"
"Settin' right in that chair, and smilin' fit to kill."
"Did the niece seem very fond of her uncle?"
"Well, at first I thought she acted queer and nervous," answered Mrs. Wilson, "but I made up my mind that was the natural way for any young bride to feel, especial away from her husband."
Garrison's hopes were slipping from him, one by one, and putting on their shrouds.