We'll go in now, if you wish." "They's only one sound in the world that's better to me than a dinner gong," said the profuse marshal, as they seated themselves around the big dining table, "and that was the sound of my wife's voice when she said 'I will.' Queer thing, too.

Maria ain't got a very soft voice, most generally speakin', but when she busted up in front of that preacher and says 'I will,' why, God A'mighty--askin' your pardon, Kate--they was a change come in her voice that was like a bell chimin' down in her throat--a bell ringin' away off far, you know, so's you only kind of guess at it! But comin' back to you and Dan, Kate----" It was in vain she plied the marshal with edibles.

His tongue wagged upon roller-bearings and knew no stopping.

Moreover, the marshal had spent some portion of his life in a boarding house and had mastered the boarding-house art of talking while he ate.
"Comin' back to you and Dan, we was all of us sayin' that you and Dan kind of had an eye for each other.

I s'pose we was all wrong.