What make ye gig back?
Are ye 'fraid o' me ?" "N-no; but--but"---- "But what, Merry Etty ?" "It ain't right to go an' leave Dad all alone.

Where y' goin' t' take me, anyhow ?" "Milt Jennings let me have his horse an' buggy; they're down the road a piece, an' we'll go right down to Rock River and be married by sun-up." The girl still hesitated, her firm, boyish will unwontedly befogged.
Resolute as she was, she could not at once accede to his demand.
"Come, make up your mind soon.

The old man 'll fill me with buck-shot if he catches sight o' me." He drew her arm out of the window and laid his bearded cheek to it.

"Come, little one, we're made for each other; God knows it.

Come! It's him 'r me." The girl's head dropped, consented.
"That's right! Now a kiss to bind the bargain.