"I guess not. How do you think she ended her letter?"
"I can't tell."
"Wait a minute, and I'll read you the endin' off. Here it is:
'If you love me as I love you,
No knife can cut our love in two.'
"Arn't that scrumptious?"
"I should think it was. I hope you'll introduce me some day, when she's Mrs. Tarbox."
"Yes, I will. You must come up to the farm, and stay a week in the summer."
"By that time you'll have made your fortune out of the plow."