The reins were sagging over the dashboard, held loosely between the first two fingers and thumb of his left hand, while with his right he had been making abstracted cuts at the thistles and other eligible marks along the roadside.
"Wa'al," he said at last, "we was married, an' our wheels tracked putty well fer quite a consid'able spell.

I got to thinkin' more of her all the time, an' she me, seemin'ly.

We took a few days off together two three times that summer, to Niag'ry, an' Saratogy, an' 'round, an' had real good times.

I got to thinkin' that the state of matrimony was a putty good institution.

When it come along fall, I was doin' well enough so 't she could give up bus'nis, an' I hired a house an' we set up housekeepin'.