"Well, I've got one, sure pop," continued Captain Sam; "and happy ain't any kind of a name fur what I be all the time now."
"Bless you!" said the good woman, wringing the captain's hand fervidly. "But you'll hev times of trouble an' doubt, off an' on."
"Is that so?" asked the captain, thoughtfully.
"Yes," continued Mrs. Simmons; "but don't be afeard; ev'ry thing'll come right in the end. I know—I've been through it all."
"That's so," said the captain, "you hev that. Well, now, would you mind interdoosin' me to your minister?"
"Mind!" said the good old lady. "I've been a-dyin' to do it ever since you come. I've told him about it, and he's ez glad fur you ez I am."
"Oh!" said the captain, looking a little confused, "you suspected it, did you?"
"From the very minute you fust kem," replied Mrs. Simmons; "I know the signs."
"Well," said the captain, "might ez well see him fust as last then, I reckon."
"I'll get ready right away," said Mrs. Simmons. And away she hurried, leaving the captain greatly puzzled.