The only way I could fix it was to remember if Shelley loved him so, he must be mighty nice.

Father was in the wagon shovelling corn from it to a platform where it would be handy to feed the pigs, so I ran and called him, and put one foot on a hub and raised my hands.

He pulled me up and when he saw how important it was, he sat on the edge of the bed, so I told him: "Father, you haven't got a thing in the world to be ashamed of about Shelley." "Praise the Lord!" said father like I knew he would, but you should have seen his face.

"Tell me about it!" I told him and he said: "Well, I don't know but this is the gladdest hour of my life.

Go straight and repeat to your mother exactly what you've said to me.