"Are you satisfied, my friend?" smiled the Gopher, with a smile that meant brimstone.
"Perfectly satisfied," said the wretch in return, and at the same time he bowed and backed as fast as he could till he came to the door, and then he was seen no more.
"Be it really all on the square, Judge?" asked Citizen Tim one day, timidly and in confidence.
"Right?—didn't I marry 'em?"
"But it warn't twelve months."
"Twelve months! don't care ef it warn't six months. I married 'em, and I married 'em good and fast, and that's the end of it."
Public opinion flows and ebbs like the tide of the sea. At one time this little camp was unanimous in the opinion that the mysterious little woman could be none other than Nancy Williams, and it would talk of little else. Then it would tire of this subject, change its opinion, and let the matter drop for months together.