But I wouldn't cry about it.

I don't believe the case'll last more'n a day.' "The old man harnessed up an' took Jone to the court-house, an' I went too, for I might as well keep up the idea of a bridal-trip as not.

I went up into the gallery, and Jone, he was set among the other men in the jury-box.
"The case was about a man named Brown, who married the half-sister of a man named Adams, who afterward married Brown's mother, and sold Brown a house he had got from Brown's grandfather, in trade for half a grist-mill, which the other half of was owned by Adams's half-sister's first husband, who left all his property to a soup society, in trust, till his son should come of age, which he never did, but left a will which give his half of the mill to Brown, and the suit was between Brown and Adams and Brown again, and Adams's half-sister, who was divorced from Brown, and a man named Ramsey, who had put up a new over-shot wheel to the grist-mill." "Oh my!" exclaimed Euphemia.

"How could you remember all that ?" "I heard it so often, I couldn't help remembering it," replied Pomona.
And she went on with her narrative.
"That case wasn't a easy one to understand, as you may see for yourselves, and it didn't get finished that day.

They argyed over it a full week.