Gay's eyes twinkled in appreciation of the situation, as he said,—
"I don't think I care anything about it; and I don't think I could be a lady if I tried."
"But you are willing to try?"
"Yes, I'll try," said Gay, still dimpling.
Poor Miss Linn was so agitated by this brief encounter with her supposed niece that she resolved to postpone the "making over," so she said,—
"You may go out again, but you must not saw any more wood."
"Not just one stick?"
"Not one."
"Very well, Aunt Beulah."