“I’ve come to git Ellen Payne,” he boomed.
When Ellen, who had opened the door for him, said:—
“Why, I’m Ellen Payne and what do you want?” he flushed furiously and muttered:—
“He said you was a girl.”
“Well,” responded Ellen, with more briskness than she had shown for some time, “I’m a girl.”
“No,” replied the boy, “you’re a grown-up woman, tall ’s ever you’ll be.”
“Did you say you had come to get me?” suggested Ellen.
“He said you was to come with me.”
“What are we going to do?” asked Ellen.
“Git mayflowers in a place you don’t know,” said the boy.