“So I wagged my legs for the house and trotted Aleck down to the bull-pen.
“‘Friend of yours there,’ I told him.
“‘That so?’ says he. ‘Who is it?’
“‘Lady,’ I says, kind of gay, thinkin’ he’d be pleased.
“He stopped in his tracks. Then I remembered who I was talkin’ to.
“‘Come along, here, now!’ says I, and nailed him by the neck. ’You ain’t goin’ to miss your happiness if main strength can give it to you.’ His toes touched about once to the rod. I run him into the pen.
“‘There,’ says I, ‘is somebody you know.’
“Well, sir, old Aleck looked at the gal, and the gal looked at Aleck, and the rest of us looked at each other. Soon’s the kid got his breath from the shock he yells, ’I never laid eyes on that lady before!’
“Oh, Hivins, Maria! That was the awfullest minute I ever lived through. Poor old E. G. W. S.! We all turned away from him, out of pity. He had the expression of a man that’s fell down a hundred-foot prospect hole and been struck by lightning before he touched bottom. He grabbed aholt of the minister and swallered and swallered, unable to chirp.
“At last he rallied. ‘You mean to tell me, Aleck,’ he says, in a voice hardly strong enough to get through his mustache, ’that I’ve made a mistake?’
“Aleck was always willing to believe he was wrong. ’I’m pretty sure, Zeke—I ain’t never seen you, have I, Miss?’
“‘No, sir—not that I know of,’ answers the girl, with her eyes on the ground.
“E. G. W. rubbed his brow.
“‘Will you make good, anyhow, Aleck?’ he coaxed. ’I got the minister and all right here—it won’t take a minute.’
“I’d let go of Aleck in the excitement. At these words he made one step from where he stood in the house, through the window, to ten foot out of doors, and a few more steps like that, and he was out of the question.