“Didn’t you really know I was not going?”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad.”
“Yes, you see I’m twenty-one years old, and I’ve seen such things happen before!” she purred this slowly and burst into laughter.
“Now, Miss Sallie, that’s cruel to throw me down in a heap of dead dogs I don’t even know.”
“Don’t you like dogs?”
“Four legged ones, yes. But I like my friends alive.”
“Oh! It didn’t kill any of them. They are all strong and hearty. But if you’re so domestic in your tastes why haven’t you settled in life?”
“Been waiting to find the woman of my dreams.”
“And you haven’t found her?”