“Did she call you an exception, or anything?” said Lin.
“Well, it would cipher out right close in that neighborhood.”
“Here's how, then!” cried the delighted Lin, over his cup.
“Jest because yu' happen to come from Vermont,” continued Mr. McLean, “is no cause for extra pride. Shoo! I was raised in Massachusetts myself, and big men have been raised there, too,—Daniel Webster and Israel Putnam: and a lot of them politicians.”
“Virginia is a good little old state,” observed the Southerner.
“Both of 'em's a sight ahead of Vermont. She told me I was the first exception she'd struck.”
“What rule were you provin' at the time, Lin?”
“Well yu' see, I started to kiss her.”
“Yu' didn't!”
“Shucks! I didn't mean nothin'.”