You come in afore I'm up, and tell me to burn my bed, and sleep in a tent, and borry a wagon and team and go to town fer to marry a girl I never seen.

That don't look reason'ble to me, especial since I ain't had no hand in it." "It's up to you now." "How do I know whether I want that girl or not?
I ain't read no letters--nor wrote none.

I ain't seen no picture of her----" "Well," said Wid, and reached a hand into his breast pocket, "here she is." In a feeling more akin to awe than anything else, Sim Gage bent over, looking down at the clear oval face, the piled dark hair, the tender contour of cheek and chin of Mary Warren, as beautiful a young lady as any man is apt ever to see; so beautiful that this man's inexperienced heart stopped in his bosom.

This picture once had been buttoned in the tunic of an aviator who flew for the three flags; her brother; and before his death and its return more than one of Dan Warren's army friends had looked at it reverently as Sim Gage did now.
"Wears glasses, don't she," said he, to conceal his confusion.

"Reckon she's a school ma'am ?" "Ask me, and I'll say she's a lady.