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"
Yes
.
"
"
Well
,
I
thought
so
.
Valley
Road
is
noted
for
its
good-looking
schoolma'ams
,
just
as
Millersville
is
noted
for
its
humly
ones
.
Janet
Sweet
asked
me
this
morning
if
I
could
bring
you
out
.
I
said
,
'
Sartin
I
kin
,
if
she
do
n't
mind
being
scrunched
up
some
.
This
rig
of
mine
's
kinder
small
for
the
mail
bags
and
I
'm
some
heftier
than
Thomas
!
'
Just
wait
,
miss
,
till
I
shift
these
bags
a
bit
and
I
'll
tuck
you
in
somehow
.
It
's
only
two
miles
to
Janet
's
.
Her
next-door
neighbor
's
hired
boy
is
coming
for
your
trunk
tonight
.
My
name
is
Skinner
--
Amelia
Skinner
.
"
Anne
was
eventually
tucked
in
,
exchanging
amused
smiles
with
herself
during
the
process
.
"
Jog
along
,
black
mare
,
"
commanded
Mrs.
Skinner
,
gathering
up
the
reins
in
her
pudgy
hands
.
"
This
is
my
first
trip
on
the
mail
rowte
.
Thomas
wanted
to
hoe
his
turnips
today
so
he
asked
me
to
come
.
So
I
jest
sot
down
and
took
a
standing-up
snack
and
started
.
I
sorter
like
it
.
O
'
course
it
's
rather
tejus
.
Part
of
the
time
I
sits
and
thinks
and
the
rest
I
jest
sits
.
Jog
along
,
black
mare
.
I
want
to
git
home
airly
.
Thomas
is
terrible
lonesome
when
I
'm
away
.
You
see
,
we
have
n't
been
married
very
long
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
said
Anne
politely
.
"
Just
a
month
.
Thomas
courted
me
for
quite
a
spell
,
though
.
It
was
real
romantic
.
"
Anne
tried
to
picture
Mrs.
Skinner
on
speaking
terms
with
romance
and
failed
.
"
Oh
?
"
she
said
again
.
"
Yes
.
Y
's
ee
,
there
was
another
man
after
me
.
Jog
along
,
black
mare
.
I
'd
been
a
widder
so
long
folks
had
given
up
expecting
me
to
marry
again
.
But
when
my
darter
--
she
's
a
schoolma'am
like
you
--
went
out
West
to
teach
I
felt
real
lonesome
and
was
n't
nowise
sot
against
the
idea
.
Bime-by
Thomas
began
to
come
up
and
so
did
the
other
feller
--
William
Obadiah
Seaman
,
his
name
was
.
For
a
long
time
I
could
n't
make
up
my
mind
which
of
them
to
take
,
and
they
kep
'
coming
and
coming
,
and
I
kep
'
worrying
.
Y
's
ee
,
W.O.
was
rich
--
he
had
a
fine
place
and
carried
considerable
style
.
He
was
by
far
the
best
match
.
Jog
along
,
black
mare
.
"
"
Why
did
n't
you
marry
him
?
"
asked
Anne
.
