"How old is she?"
"I never axed her; but she looks about sixteen."
"Is she a pretty looker?"
"Prettiest you ever seed," declared Fult with feeling.
"Prettier than Lethie?"
Fult flushed. "She's different," he said. "And sing! I never in life heared the like?"
"I'll be bound she can't outsing me when I were young," said Aunt Ailsie, jealously.
"Maybe not," replied Fult; "I never heared you then. I told her about you, and she wants to hear you."
When Fult and Jeems were mounted, and ready to start with the heifer, Aunt Ailsie gazed with pride upon her handiwork. Jeems made quite a presentable appearance. True, a collar and tie would have improved the effect; but such vanities were only for dashing young blades like Fult, not for old, settled, married- or widow-men.
After they had started. Aunt Ailsie called Jeems back for a last anxious word.