The ink was thick, the pen was like a pin, and Ann was a good while making each letter, but the task was at last accomplished. She held out the sheet to her companion.
“Ain’t that right?” she asked.
Mr. Baker drew his face down solemnly as he read:—
Dere Aunt Mandane:—
I’m so dretfull Tired of beeing youre fool that ime going
too be Mr. Baker’s. He askt me.
Ann.
“That’s jest the thing,” he said explosively. “Now, come on.”
As they walked along in the hot fall sunshine Mr. Baker said earnestly:—
“I’m certain sure we sh’ll be ever so much happier.”
“So ‘m I,” Ann replied, with cheerful confidence.
They were on a lonely road, and they walked hand in hand.
“I’m goin’ to be good to ye,” said the man, with still more earnestness. Then, in a challenging tone, as if addressing the world at large, “I guess ‘t ain’t nobody’s business but our’n.”