"He must 'a' forgot it was his chill-day, and he didn't take his quinine, and so it come on him jus' as he was apromisin' to love an' pertect.

But he stuck it out, at the minister's house, and walked home by his-self to finish his chill." "And you didn't go with him ?" cried Euphemia, indignantly.
"He said, no.

It was better thus.

He felt it weren't the right thing to mingle the agur with his marriage vows.

He promised to take sixteen grains to-morrow, and so I came away.