"To the sawmill for a load o' lumber."
"Goin' to build?"
"Yes; in the fall."
"Thinkin' o' marryin', I s'pose?"
"You've hit it plumb on the head, Eph'um. I am thinkin' o' that very thing," he said, with a loud, joyous laugh.
It grated on the miserable Ephraim. He was full of one thought, which he repeated over and over to himself, "To-morrow he'll be in prison, an' Armindy'll be cryin' her eyes out."
"You'll not be at the 'stillery to-night?" he inquired stammeringly.
"Yes, I will. Man alive, what ails you, Eph'um?"
"Nothin'—nothin'. Hadn't you better go to see Armindy?"
Elisha eyed him suspiciously.