“’Tis some good thing,” says he. “I’d like wonderful well t’ know.”
I could but sigh.
“Dannie,” says he, in his wisdom, “you’ve growed wonderful fond o’ Judy, isn’t you?”
“I’m t’ wed Judy,” I answered.
’Twas with no unkindness––but with a sly twinkle of understanding––that he looked upon me.
“When I grows up,” I added, for his comfort.
“No, no!” says he. “You’ll never wed Judith. A gentleman? ’Twould scandalize Chesterfield.”
“I will,” said I.
“You’ll not!” cries he, in earnest.