“About as fur as I got with y’u, ma’am,” he audaciously retorted.
“We might disagree as to how far that is,” she flung back gayly with heightened color.
“No, ma’am, I don’t think we would.”
“But, gracious! You’re not a Mormon. You don’t want us both, do you?” she demanded, her eyes sparkling with the exhilaration of the tilt.
“Could I get either one of y’u, do y’u reckon? That’s what’s worrying me.”
“I see, and so you intend to keep us both on the string.”
His joyous laughter echoed hers. “I expaict y’u would call that presumption or some other dictionary word, wouldn’t y’u?”
“In anybody else perhaps, but surely not in Mr. McWilliams.”
“I’m awful glad to be trotting in a class by myself.”
“And you’ll let us know when you have made your mind up which of us it is to be?”