The rest of the way I'm willin' to take what comes, with the best grace I can muster, and wear a smilin' face to betoken the joy I have had; but it cuts me sore to see the young sufferin'." "Do you think David is unhappy ?" asked the Girl eagerly.
"I don't see how he could be!" cried the old lady.

"Of course he ain't! 'Pears as if he's got everythin' to make him the proudest, best satisfied of men.

I'll own I was mighty anxious to see you.

I know the kind o' woman it would take to make David miserable, and it seems sometimes as if men----that is good men----are plumb, stone blind when it comes to pickin' a woman.

They jest hitch up with everlastin' misery easy as dew rolling off a cabbage leaf.