“‘Do you promis?’ says I, girlish like.”
When Jobe was done he pushed back and tipped his cheer agin the wall. I knode he was a goin to speak. He cleared his throat like, and says, says he:
“Betsy, I dont want you to say any more to me about what you read in the newspapers. I am willin to listen to anything else under the sun, but dont let me hear any more about them Populist ideas. I want to talk sense to you, and you to talk sense to me. Now what I want to know, Betsy, is, how are we to raise the money to pay the interest by the fust of Aprile?”
Says I: “Land a goodness, Jobe, how do I know? Goodness knows I am willin to do all I kin to help you raise it. I had a dream last nite; if that dream was true I might tell you how to raise it.”
I stopped.
“Well,” says he, arter studyin a minit, “what was your dream?”
Lookin at him kind a girlish like, says I:
“Jobe, I wont tell you what it was unless you make me two promises.”
Jobe actually smiled. Says he: