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 was showed into the parler, an' in a minute he come in, an' after
sayin' 'Good evenin'' all 'round, he says, 'Well, what c'n I do for ye?'
lookin' at Am an' Lize, an' then at Dick. "'Wa'al,' says Am, 'me an'
Mis' Annis here has ben thinkin' fer some time as how we'd ought to git
married.' "'_Ought_ to git married?' says Parson White, scowlin' fust at
one an' then at t'other. "'Wa'al,' says Am, givin' a kind o' shuffle
with his feet, 'I didn't mean _ortter_ exac'ly, but jest as
_well_--kinder comp'ny,' he says. 'We hain't neither on us got nobody,
an' we thought we might 's well.' "'What have you got to git married
on?' says the dominie after a minute. 'Anythin'?' he says. "'Wa'al,'
says Am, droppin' his head sideways an' borin' into his ear 'ith his
middle finger, 'I got the promise mebbe of a job o' work fer a couple o'
days next week.' 'H'm'm'm,' says the dominie, lookin' at him. 'Have
_you_ got anythin' to git married on?' the dominie says, turnin' to
Lize. 'I've got ninety cents comin' to me fer some work I done last
week,' she says, wiltin' down onto the sofy an' beginnin' to snivvle.
Dick says that at that the dominie turned round an' walked to the other
end of the room, an' he c'd see he was dyin' to laugh, but he come back
with a straight face. "'How old air you, Shapless?" he says to Am. 'I'll
be fifty-eight or mebbe fifty-nine come next spring,' says Am. "'How old
air _you_?' the dominie says, turnin' to Lize. She wriggled a minute an'
says, 'Wa'al, I reckon I'm all o' thirty,' she says." "All o' thirty!"
exclaimed Aunt Polly. "The woman 's most 's old 's I be." David laughed
and went on with, "Wa'al, Dick said at that the dominie give a kind of a
choke, an' Dick he bust right out, an' Li
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