"I didn't hear you come in." Old Luke Basset shuffled stiffly to the hearth and settled into David's chair.

"Well," said he, "I heerd in the store just now that your weddin' was put off, but I s'pose it ain't so, 'cause you seem to be in sech good sperits.

A gal wouldn't be singin' if her weddin' was put off." "Look here, Uncle Luke," said Madelon.
"Well ?" "My wedding is put off for a month; now that settles it.

I don't want to say another word about it." Madelon went into the pantry.
Luke sent his old voice, shrill and penetrating as a baby's, after her.

"They say 'tain't luck to have a weddin' put off.