CHAPTER XXXV.
After dinner John went to his room and David and his sister seated themselves on the "verandy." Mr.Harum lighted a cigar and enjoyed his tobacco for a time in silence, while Mrs.Bixbee perused, with rather perfunctory diligence, the columns of her weekly church paper.
"I seen a sight fer sore eyes this mornin'," quoth David presently.
"What was that ?" asked Aunt Polly, looking up over her glasses.
"Claricy Verjoos fer one part on't," said David.
"The Verjooses hev come, hev they?
Wa'al, that's good.

I hope she'll come up an' see me." David nodded.

"An' the other part on't was," he said, "she an' that young feller of our'n was walkin' together, an' a putty slick pair they made too." "Ain't she purty ?" said Mrs.Bixbee.
"They don't make 'em no puttier," affirmed David; "an' they was a nice pair.

I couldn't help thinkin'," he remarked, "what a nice hitch up they'd make." "Guess the' ain't much chance o' that," she observed.
"No, I guess not either," said David.
"He hain't got anythin' to speak of, I s'pose, an' though I reckon she'll hev prop'ty some day, all that set o' folks seems to marry money, an' some one's alwus dyin' an' leavin' some on 'em some more.

The' ain't nothin' truer in the Bible," declared Mrs.Bixbee with conviction, "'n that sayin' thet them that has gits." "That's seemin'ly about the way it runs in gen'ral," said David.
"It don't seem right," said Mrs.Bixbee, with her eyes on her brother's face.