And he sez, “No, for to-day the air is jest exactly right.”
And I, not wantin’ to hurt her, fell in with the idee, and I see she wanted to go.
Now, if I hadn’t trusted him jest as firm as I would any old deacon or pastor I wouldn’t hearn to the idee, but I did trust him implicitly, and so I agreed to it.
And when he brung her back, she with a pretty light in her eyes and a soft color on the white cheeks, he sez:
“As it happens I have got to go up the mountain in the morning a few miles, and I will take Miss Dora out again if you think best.”
And I sez, “Josiah can take her.”
And he sez, “No, Uncle Josiah is busy; don’t bother him.”
“Well,” sez I, kinder laughin’ in the inside of my sleeves, “doctors are most always busy.”
And he sez again, “I have got to go up there, and mountain air is jest what she needs.”