'I jist won't marry a man that believes sich trash as you do.' "'Well, tell me why not,' he says.
"'I'll tell you, Doc Weaver,' I says, 'since you drive me to it.

I'm willing enough to marry YOU, but I ain't willing to marry some old heathen Chinee or goodness knows what!' "'Doc was took all aback.

'Why, Loreny!' he says, 'Why, Loreny!' "'I mean it,' I says, 'jist what I say.

How can I tell who you are when you say yourself you ain't nothing but some old spirit in a new body?
Like as not you're Herod, or an Indian, or a cannibal savage, and I'd like to see myself marryin' sich,' I says, 'I'd look purty, wouldn't I, settin' in church alongside of a made-over Chinee ?' "Doc ain't very pale, ever, but he got as red as a beet, and I see I'd hit him purty hard.

Then he kind of stiffened up.
"'Loreny,' he says, 'I'd have thought you'd have believed my spirit to be a little better than a heathen Chinee's,' he says, 'though there's much worse folks than what they are.' "I seen he was put out, an' I hadn't meant to hurt his feelings, so I says, more gentle, 'Well, Doc, if you ain't that, what are you ?' "I s'pose, Mr.Hewlitt, you've noticed how sometimes something you find out will make clear to you a lot of things you couldn't make head nor tail of before.