"Remember, you're going back with us to-night. And I'm never going to let you out of my sight again—ever."
And she said: "But I know why. Because it'd be hard work to make me go...."
At the foot of the stairs Mis' Holcomb met me, her silk dress's collar under one ear.
"Have you heard?" she says. "We didn't have much exhibit, but the Hewitts have give us enough for the park—outright."
I'd wanted that park like I'd wanted nothing else for the town. But I hardly sensed what she said. I was looking acrost to where those two stood, and pretty soon I walked over to them.
"Is this the Miss Mayhew you were referring to?" I ask' him, demure.
"This," says he, his nice eyes twinkling, "is the only Miss Mayhew there is."
"You may say that now," says I then, bold. "But—I see you won't call her that long."
He looked at me, and she looked at me, and they both put out their hands to me.