She looked at him fondly, and he at once fell into the trap.
"Better come an' live with me, Lucy."
"Oh, Abner! What do you mean?"
"I mean that I think a heap o' you, Lucy, an' I'd like you fer my wife. I know as how we could git along fine together," answered Nat's uncle, earnestly. Just then that pot of gold seemed almost within his reach.
The widow blushed, and pretended to be greatly surprised.
"I—I never dreamed of this, Abner!" she whispered. "It's—it's so sudden."
"But you ain't goin' to say no, are you?"
"Well, I—I——" She blushed again. "I must say I like you a great deal, Abner."
"Then say yes."
"Well, I will," declared the widow, and then she allowed him to kiss her. Abner felt very happy, and asked her to set the day at once.