"
"You'll do nothin' of the sort, an' yo' daughter jest married, too. I'm
sorry, Jasper, that I said what I did a while ago. Yes, Lou is
lucky--almost as lucky, Jasper, as I was when you asked me to be yo'
wife."
"I'd ruther you'd scold me than to talk thatter way, Margaret. You know
I can't stand it, an' please don't. Helloa, who's this a comin'?"
It was the post-master, who, ripping open many a man's letter could read
it off just like print. He shook hands with Jasper and Margaret and said
that he had several letters for the young fellow and the good-looking
woman from away off. When Jasper gave him an account of the wedding and
told him that the brides and the bridegrooms were gone, he said: "Wall,
we jest as wall open the letters an' see if we kin find out what's in
'em."
Margaret fluttered at him. "You'll do nothin' of the sort. Jest leave
'em with me and I'll see that they air give over all right."
"Wall, ma'm, no harm did," he said handing her the letters; and then to
Jasper he said: "Brother Fetterson come a ridin' by my house late
yistidy an' wanted to swop hosses with me.
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