"I stole your letters from your fireplace, pitched a willer plate into the lake----you got to fish that out, come day, David----fooled you into that trip to Doc Carey to get him to mail them to Ruth, and never turned a hair.

But after I got home I commenced thinkin' 'twas a pretty ticklish job to stick your nose into other people's business, an' every hour it got worse, until I ain't had a fairly decent sleep since.

If you hadn't come soon, boy, I'd 'a' been sick a-bed.

Oh, David! Are you sure she's over there, and loves you to suit you now ?" "Yes dear, I am absolutely certain," said the Harvester.

"She was so determined to come that she brought the invalid grandmother she couldn't leave and her grandfather.