“What was your hurry a while ago, Hen?”
“Runaway. Strange lady comes in on the train, and we’re going to take her to—I wonder where we was going to take her, Wick?”
“My gosh, didn’t you have no place picked out?”
“Maybe Telescope did. Well, she got in the buckboard, and the team runs away, and we thought you was it, and—well, what’s the matter with you?”
“Strange lady came in on the train?” he gasps. “What did she look like?”
“Morn in Spring,” says I. “She had hair and eyes and a mouth and——”
“Great lovely dove!” he whoops. “That’s her to a flea’s flicker.”
“Who?”
“My wife’s sister, Amelia. My ——! She ain’t due yet.”
“Came today,” says I. “Came today, and——”