Inside of ten minutes John is back with the maid. Kind of a slim, classy-lookin' girl she is, too. And when Selma sees that big face at the round window there's no doubt about his being the chosen one.
"Oh, Nels, Nels!" she wails out. "Vy you don'd coom by the house yet?"
"I was scart, Selma," says Nels, "for fear you'd tell me to go away."
"But—but I don'd, Nels," says Selma.
"Shall I let him out for the fade-away scene?" says I.
Plummer nods. And we had to turn our backs as they go to the fond clinch.
Accordin' to Plummer, Selma had been waitin' for Nels to say the word for more'n a year, and for the last two months she'd been so absent-minded and moody that she hadn't been of much use around the house. But him gettin' himself boxed up as an escaped Hun had sort of broken the ice.
"There, now!" says Plummer. "You two go back to the house and talk it over. You may have until three-fifteen to settle all details, and then I'll have John drive Petersen down to his ferry-boat. Be sure and fix the day, though. I don't want to go through another night like this."
"But what about me little lawn," demands Danny, "that's tore up entirely? And who's to mend me stove-pipe and all?"
"Oh, here's something that will cover all that, Danny," says Plummer, slippin' him a ten-spot. "And I've no doubt Petersen will contribute something, too."