And in the course of our conversation I atted Martin agin about Alice’s lover. For her big, sad eyes had follered me all the time I’d been there, and I had vowed in my heart that I would help her to her happiness if I could.
As I sed, the pretty creeter had took her faithful heart over the Atlantic, and carried it round with her all the time she wuz there, and had brung it back with her.
Movin’ the body round don’t change the soul.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
MARTIN’S TERRIBLE LESSON.
Wall, I found that Martin wuz as immovable and sot as a rock. “As for Alice,” sez he, “I told you six months ago what I should do, and I never change my mind.”
And agin I sez, “Sometimes folks are made to change their minds when they don’t mean to or want to.”
But before I could multiply any more words with him a servant come in to say that a paintin’ had come that Martin had ordered while he wuz abroad. And he asked me quite polite to go in and see it.
He wuz glad of the interruption. He wanted to change the subject—he wanted to like a dog.
The picter had been onpacked, and wuz standin’ in the big hall, waitin’ for Martin to decide where to hang it.