“An’ you’d be honored,” put in Rube, speaking for the first time.
Mrs. Rickards laughingly nodded.
Ma sighed.
“Guess Seth has queer notions. Mighty queer. I ’low, knowin’ him as I do, I could say right here that that boy ’ud ask her right off, only fer her friends an’ her dollars. He’s a foolhead, some.”
Mrs. Rickards laughed again.
“In England these things are usually an inducement,” she said significantly.
“Seth’s a man,” said Ma with some pride. “Seth’s real honest, an’—an’, far be it for me to say it, he’s consequent a foolhead. What’s dollars when folks love? Pshaw! me an’ Rube didn’t think o’ no dollars.”
“Guess we hadn’t no dollars to think of, Ma,” murmured Rube in a ponderous aside.
“Wal? An’ if we had?” Ma smiled defiantly at her “old man.”
“Wal, mebbe we’d ’a’ tho’t of ’em.”