"Great!" he declared.

"Fine! Wonderful! You wait till 'Bije comes to tell you how fine 'twas.

He's in bed, laid up with neuralgia, and Emma J., his wife, says that every hour or less yesterday there was somebody bangin' at their door asking about you.

Every time they banged she says that 'Bije, his nerves bein' on edge the way they are, would pretty nigh jump the quilts up to the ceilin' and himself along with 'em.

And his remarks got more lit up every jump.