“I wish I’d told her before.”
“I wish you had,” was Jane’s brief retort. “You may have trouble now makin’ her see you ain’t marryin’ her ’cause you’re sorry for her.”
“Sorry for her!”
Jane could not but laugh at the fervor of the exclamation.
“My land! Martin,” she said, “I never expected to live to see you so head over ears in love.”
“I am.”
“I ain’t questionin’ it,” was Jane’s dry comment.
When, however, he set foot on the porch, his lover’s confidence suddenly deserted him, and he was overwhelmed with shyness.
“You tell Mary an’ ’Liza,” he pleaded. “Somehow, I can’t. Tell ’em about the will an’ all. You’ll do that much for me, won’t you?”
“You know I will.”