Do you know a good brother named Adsit, big double log house
on the left bank of the creek?"
"Yes, I am acquainted with him."
"A fair minded man, is he, Brother Jim. Let me have a colt very
reasonable once."
"Shall we now go to the hill-top," Jim suggested.
"Yes, Brother Jim. But I should think that the ceremony could as well
be performed here in the house."
"That was not our plan," said Mrs. Mayfield. "We are going to be married
among the vines, and if such a temple is distasteful to you, sir--"
"Oh, not at all, Miss, I assure you."
"And we are going dressed just as we are," she continued.
"Oh, the dressing, Miss, makes no difference to me. Well, if
everything's ready we might as well go on."
Among the vines they stood. In the leaves above them the birds were
twittering. The sweet air came cool from up the creek. In the short
grass, stirred by a breeze, a harebell seemed tinily ringing. And down
the hill they went, brides and bridegrooms, all wound about with a rope
of white clover.
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