“Was it all right, brother?”
“You bet it was, Betsey!” He stood in the doorway. The darkness hid his face, but there was a note of boundless joy in his tone.
“I thought it would be, but I don’t yet understand why she come back so quick.”
“She don’t like city folks’ ways,” answered the storekeeper; “an’ then—”
“An’ then what?” broke in Betsey, impatiently.
“Well, you see, the—the notion seemed to strike both of us when we was travelin’ together, an’—an’ she admitted that she was a leetle grain afeered that ef we didn’t see one another ag’in fer three months that the notion might wear off. Railly, she’s tickled to death, fur now she says she kin give Amos an’ Sally a sensible reason fer wantin’ to git back home.”
Betsey was silent so long that Joel began to wonder if she had fallen asleep. Finally she said:
“Go to bed now, Joel. She’s the very woman fer you. I hain’t never had no rail happiness in my life sence Jim died, but I want them I love to git all they kin.”