What yer say?"
Mandy Calline was red as a turkey-cock, to which was now added a nervous
confusion which bade fair to overwhelm her.
"It's too soon, Zekle. Whyn't yer wait er while?" she replied, tremblingly.
"No, 'tain't too soon," he answered, promptly. "I want it all done 'n' over
with, then I sh'll feel mo' like ye b'long ter me. I'm goin' ter ask 'em
ter-day; yer needn't say not. I know you're erfeared o' th' teasin'. But ye
needn't min' that; ye won't hev ter put up wi' it long; fer th' way I mean
ter work on that house ter git it done--well, 'twon't be long befo' it 'll
be ready ter put my wife in it."
"Well, Zekle," said the girl, hesitatingly, "ef ye'd ruther ask 'em
ter-day, why--I guess es how--ye mought es well do it. But let's go 'n'
tell gra'mammy now; somehow I'd ruther she knowed it fust."
"We will," replied Zekle, promptly.
* * * * *
Mother Tyler was putting breakfast on the table. She suddenly paused and
listened. Something was the matter. There were cries that betokened
trouble. She hastened to the house, followed her husband and the boys on to
gra'mammy's room, and there on the bed, in peaceful contrast to all this
wailing and sorrow, lay dear old gra'mammy, dead.
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