“You goin’ to lige me, excellency?”

“No question of that,” he answered promptly, smiling.

“No,” she repeated, “tha’s sure thing,” and then she laughed at her own assurance, and she was so pretty he wanted to kiss her, but she backed from him in mock alarm.

“Tha’s nod ride,” she declared, “till we marry.”

“God speed the day!” he said, with devout joyousness. Still approaching her, as she backed from him, he questioned her boyishly:

“And you? Will you like me?”

She surveyed him critically. Then she nodded emphatically. They laughed together this time, but when he approached her she grew fearful. He did not want to frighten her.

“You god nod anudder wife?” she asked.

“No! Good heavens!”

“I god nod anudder hosban’,” she informed him, complacently.