“Don’t know that,” replied Hannah.
“Sure on’t,” returned Josh. “Guess now you’ve knit from four to six pearl at the lowest calculation.”
“Shouldn’t wonder,” replied Hannah.
“Tarnation!” said Josh, pretending to be struck with admiration at the exploit, though he knew it was nothing to boast of.
“How’s your mother, Josh?” asked Hannah.
“Pretty considerable smart, Hannah; how’s your mother?”
“So, so,” replied Hannah; and here the conversation came to a stand.
Josh fumbled in his pockets and stuck his legs out till they reached nearly across the room, in hopes to think of something more to say; but in vain. He then scratched his head, but there appeared to be nothing in it.
“Is’t possible,” thought he, “that I’m actually here a courting?”
He could hardly believe it, and began to feel very awkward.