But 'fore I could git any more out, Mike shut off my wind!
Dear little gal! She wasn't skittish no more: She was so tame she'd
'a' et right outen my hand. "Parson," she says, goin' towards him,
"will--will you marry Alec and me--now?"
"Dee-lighted," says the parson, "--if he is able t' go through the
ceremony."
"Parson," I begun, pullin' my face loose, "I want----"
Mike give me a dig.