I'll bet a right smart pile I'll pack the little gal off yet." But if an inscrutable Providence had omitted to make any Smith Westcotts, Dave Sawney wouldn't have stood the ghost of a chance with Katy.

His supreme self-complacency gave her no occasion to pity him.

Her love was close of kin to her tender-heartedness, and all pity was wasted on Dave.
He couldn't have been more entirely happy than he was if he had owned the universe in fee simple.
However, Dave was resolved to try his luck, and so, soon after Albert's departure, he blacked up his vast boots and slicked his hair, and went to Plausaby's.

He had the good luck to find Katy alone.
"Howdy! Howdy! Howdy git along?
Lucky, ain't I, to find you in?
Haw! haw! I'm one of the luckiest fellers ever was born.

Always wuz lucky.