"That is indeed encouraging. I preached just beyond there one conference year, and aside from the death of a very valuable hoss, I was quite successful. Do you know a good brother named Adsit, big double log house on the left bank of the creek?"
"Yes, I am acquainted with him."
"A fair minded man, is he, Brother Jim. Let me have a colt very reasonable once."
"Shall we now go to the hill-top," Jim suggested.
"Yes, Brother Jim. But I should think that the ceremony could as well be performed here in the house."
"That was not our plan," said Mrs. Mayfield. "We are going to be married among the vines, and if such a temple is distasteful to you, sir—"
"Oh, not at all, Miss, I assure you."
"And we are going dressed just as we are," she continued.
"Oh, the dressing, Miss, makes no difference to me. Well, if everything's ready we might as well go on."
Among the vines they stood. In the leaves above them the birds were twittering. The sweet air came cool from up the creek. In the short grass, stirred by a breeze, a harebell seemed tinily ringing. And down the hill they went, brides and bridegrooms, all wound about with a rope of white clover.