“Well, then, you set right straight down again,” said 'Manda Grier, with mock severity, as if he were an obstinate little boy; and he obeyed, though he wished that Statira had asked him to stay too.
“Why, the land sakes!” exclaimed 'Manda Grier, “have you been lettin' him keep his hat all this while, S'tira Dudley? You take it right away from him!” And Statira rose, all smiling and blushing, and said—
“Will you let me take your hat, Mr. Barker?” as if he had just come in, and made him feel as if she had pressed him to stay. She took it and went and laid it on a stand across the room, and Lemuel thought he had never seen a much more graceful person. She wore a full Breton skirt, which was gathered thickly at the hips, and swung loose and free as she stepped. When she came back and sat down, letting the back of one pretty hand fall into the palm of the other in her lap, it seemed to him impossible that such an elegant young lady should be tolerating a person dressed as he was.
“There!” began 'Manda Grier. “I guess Mr. Barker won't object a great deal to our going on, if it is Sunday. 'S kind of a Sunday game, anyways. You 'posed to games on Sunday?”
“I don't know as I am,” said Lemuel.
“Now, 'Manda Grier, don't you!” pleaded Statira.
“Shall, too,” persisted 'Manda. “I guess if there's any harm in the key, there ain't any harm in the Bible, and so it comes out even. D'you ever try your fate with a key and a Bible?” she asked Lemuel.
“I don't know as I did,” he answered.
“Well, it's real fun, 'n' its curious how it comes out, oftentimes. Well, I don't s'pose there's anything in it, but it is curious.”
“I guess we hadn't better,” said Statira. “I don't believe Mr. Barker 'll care for it.”