"Talk of all this on Sunday when you come, Reuben; not now, oh, not
now!"
"Sartinly not now, my dear; I see the impropriety of it. Good-by, my
dear. Now, shan't I send Nancy or Peggy over to stay with you?"
"Upon no account, Reuben."
"Just as you say, then. Good-by, my poor dear."
And after another dozen affectionate adieus Reuben reluctantly dragged
himself from the hut.