She rocked back and forth with short spasmodic jerks, and
twisted her handkerchief into all conceivable shapes.
"Yer don't know how sot on it I am," he went on; "'n' all day long I'm
er-thinkin' how nice it 'll be when I'm er-workin', ploughin' maybe, up one
row 'n' down ernuther, 'n' watchin' th' sun go down, 'n' lookin' forerd ter
goin' ter th' house 'n' hev er nice little wife ter meet me, wi' everything
tidied up 'n' cheerful 'n' comf'ble." Mandy Calline simply drooped her head
lower, and twisted her handkerchief tighter. "Mandy Calline, don't yer say
'no,'" he said. "I love yer too well ter give yer up easy; 'n' I swear ef
ye don't say `yes,' I'll set fire 'n' burn up th' new house, fer no other
'oman sha'n't never live there. I'm er-waitin', Mandy Calline, 'n' don't,
don't tell me no."
"Well, Zekle," she began, with much hesitation, "bein' es how I don't see
no use in burnin' up er right new house, 'n' it not even finished, I guess
es how--maybe--in erbout two or three years--"
"Two or three thunderations!" he cried out, ecstatically, seizing both her
hands in his. "Yer mean two or three weeks! Mandy Calline, do ye mean
ya'as, ye'll marry me? I want ter hear ye say it.
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