Tom always loved Lucy, an' wanted to marry her; but his folks is as poor as we are, so the young 'uns had to wait.

Tom worked at the mill over t' Fairview--the big saw-mill where they make the lumber an' things." "I know." "He was the bookkeeper, fer Tom had schoolin', too; an' he took private lessons in bookkeepin' from ol' Cheeseman.

So he had got hired at the mill, an' had a likely job, an' was doin' well.

An' when Tom heerd about Lucy's trouble, an' thet she had only two days left before goin' to jail, he up an' says: 'I'll get the money, Lucy: don' you worry a bit.' 'Oh, Tom!' says she, 'hev you got sixty dollars saved already ?' 'I've got it, Lucy,' says he, 'an' I'll go over tomorrow an' pay Doc Squiers.
Don' you worry any more.

Forget all about it.' Well o' course, miss, that helped a lot.