I took it in and waked Jobe up and got him his “specks.”
“He looked kind a pale.”
He unfolded the paper and read it over to hisself. I saw he was worked up. Says I:
“What is it, Jobe—an appintment from Bushnell?”
He looked kind a pale. Says he:
“No, Betsy, its a summons to court in the case of Vinting, the banker, agin Gaskins; he has begun foreclosin proceedins agin us, Betsy.”
I looked at him a minit. He dident look up.
Says I: “The official returns are comin in quite airly, haint they?”
I then went back to the door, and the court officer was gone.