"Fine business, ain't it ?" "Well, she's a-coming on out," said Wid Gardner, suddenly and comprehensively.
"_What's that_?
Who's a-coming on out ?" The face of Sim Gage went pale even under the cold water to which at the moment he was treating his leathery skin in the basin on top the stove.
"Sim," said Wid Gardner, "it was understood that this thing was to run in your name.

Now, Mis' Davidson--when it comes to fixing up a love correspondence, she's the ace! It all ain't my fault a-tall, Sim.

We advertised--and we got a answer, and we follered it up.

And this here letter is the _re_-sult.

I allowed we'd ought to tell you too, by now." "What you been doing--fooling with me, you two ?" demanded Sim.