The result of their interview was given to Mrs.Bigsby by Dan'l Borem in his own dialect.
"Ez far as I kin see, it was like the Deacon's Sunday hoss trade, bein' all 'Ef it wassent.' 'Ef ye wasn't Mrs.Wraggles,' sez Lummox, sez he, 'I'd be tellin' ye how I've loved ye ever sence I first seed ye.

Ef ye wasn't Mrs.Wraggles, I'd be squeezin' yer hand,' sez he; 'ef ye wasn't Mrs.Wraggles, I'd be askin' ye to marry me.' Then the gal ups and sez, sez she: 'But I AIN'T Mrs.Wraggles,' sez she; 'Mrs.Wraggles is my sister, and couldn't come, so I'm travelin' on her ticket, and that's how my name is Wraggles on the passenger list.' 'But why didn't ye tell me so at once ?' sez Lummox.

'This is an episoode o' protracted humor,' sez she, 'and I'M bound to have a show in it somehow!'" "Well!" said Mrs.Bigsby breathlessly; "then he DID marry her ?" "Darned ef I know.

He never said so straight out--but that's like Lummox." STORIES THREE BY R-DY--D K-PL--G I FOR SIMLA REASONS Some people say that improbable things don't necessarily happen in India--but these people never find improbabilities anywhere.

This sounds clever, but you will at once perceive that it really means the opposite of what I intended to say.