'Hey ye conquered her?' he enquired smiling.
'Love has conquered us both,' I said.
'Wall, I swan! is thet so?' he answered. 'Guess I won't fool away
any more time here in bed. If you childen'll go in t'other room I'll
slip into my trousers an' then ye'll hear me talk some conversation.
'Beats the world!' he continued, coming in presently, buttoning his
suspenders. 'I thought mos' likely ye'd hitch up t'gether sometime.
'Tain't often ye can find a pair s'well matched. The same style an
gaited jest about alike. When ye goin' t' git married?
'She hasn't named the day,' I said.
'Sooner the better,' said Uncle Eb as he drew on his coat and sat
down. 'Used if be so t'when a young couple hed set up 'n held each
other's han's a few nights they was ready fer the minister. Wish't
ye could fix it fer 'bout Crissmus time, by jingo! They's other
things goin'if happen then.' s pose yer s'happy now ye can stan' a
little bad news. I've got if tell ye - David's been losin' money.
Hain't never wrote ye 'bout it - not a word - 'cause I didn't know
how 'twas comin' out.
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