“Ain’t you well, Mr. Barnes?” she enquired anxiously.
“Well,” he responded indignantly, “why shouldn’t I be well? I’m here to get to cases. You’ve been writing me fine letters lately, Maria, easy to read, and the spelling getting more usual every day.”
“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.”
“But letters ain’t no good when folks has really got anything to say. So I’m here to ask when it is going to be?”
“What going to be?”
“You said you was going to marry me, didn’t you?”
“Well—I—yes—I did.”
“Then what’s the use of jiggling?”
“I ain’t jiggling,” she spoke, with great indignation. “I don’t know what jiggling is, but I ain’t doin’ it.”
“I get a month off ther first of May. Let’s call it May the second; will yer, Maria?”