She can make yer clo'es, and be good company for ye, an'-- " "And provide for me.

No, that won't do, Jim." "Well, you'd better think on't." "No, Jim, I shall never marry again." "Now's yer time.

Nobody knows what'll happen afore mornin'." "I understand you, Jim," said Mr.Benedict, "and I know what all this costs you.

You are worthy of her, and I hope you'll get her." Mr.Benedict tore himself away, but Jim said, "hold on a bit." Benedict turned, and then Jim inquired: "Have ye got a piece of Indian rubber ?" "Yes." "Then jest rub out the picter of the little feller in front of the stoop, an' put in Turk.

If so be as somethin' happens to-night, I sh'd want to show her the plans in the mornin'; an' if she should ax me whose little feller it was, it would be sort o' cumbersome to tell her, an' I sh'd have to lie my way out on't." Mr.Benedict promised to attend to the matter before he slept, and then Jim went back into the house.
Of the long conversation that took place that night between the woodsman and the little tailoress we shall present no record.