Mrs.Moss, I'm ready f'r pie now--an' so I noticed ole Frank's eye kind o' roll, but thinksi, I c'n git holt o' the lines if he--Yes'm, I alwiss eat mince; won't you try some, Sary ?--an'-- an'-- so, jest as I gut my ax--You bet! I'm goin' t' try a piece of every kind if it busts my stummick.

Gutta git my money's worth." Milton was in his best mood and was very attractive in his mirth.

His fine teeth shone and his yellow curls shook under the stress of his laughter.

He wrestled with Bettie for the choice bits of cake, delighting in the touch of her firm, sweet flesh; and, as for Bettie, she was almost charmed to oblivion of Ed by the superior attractions of Milton's town-bred gallantry.

Ed looked singularly awkward and lonesome as he sat sprawled out in one of the low seats, and curiously enough his uncouthness and disconsolateness of attitude won her heart back again.
Everybody, with the usual rustic freedom, had remarks to make upon the situation.
"Wal, Bettie, made a swop, hev yeh ?" said Councill.
"Hello, Milt; thought you had a girl down town." "Oh, I keep one at each end of the line," Milton replied, with his ready laugh.
"Wal, I swan t' gudgeon! I can't keep track o' you town fellers.