"Please me?" said Milford, talking aloud to himself. "Blast his impudence, what right——"
"Anything wrong, Bill?" Mitchell inquired.
"Oh, no, everything's all right."
"Letter from her, ain't it?"
"Yes. She's in Michigan."
"I used to go with a woman from Michigan," said the hired man. "And I thought I'd like to marry her, but I found out she'd been married twice, and I didn't feel like bein' no third choice."
"I didn't suppose you'd object to that," Milford replied, folding his letter.
"Well, I may be more particular than most fellers, but it sorter stuck in my crop. I guess it's a good plan to let all the women alone. For awhile at least," he added. "The best of 'em don't bring a man nothin' but trouble. What does your girl say in her letter?"
"Oh, nothing much. She's teaching."
"I guess she's a pretty good sort of a woman. Are you goin' to bring her here?"