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I dew for ye to-day ? Got some nice bombazine jest in. 

 Right from East Rochester ; think ye 'd like it. 



Temp. No, thank you, Mr. Seed, I 'm on a very dif- 

 ferent arrent to-day. (Giggles girlishly.} I want to buy a 

 weddin' present. 



Seed. Ye don't say so. Ye beant goin' ter git married, 

 be ye, Miss Temperance ? 



Temp, (bridling}. Well, I'm sure I don't know why 

 not if I wanted to. 



Seed (hurriedly) . No reason ' t all, Miss Temperance , 

 ye might hev hed all the young fellers here if ye 'd wanteo 

 'em. 



Temp. Ye know I hed my bereavement. (Wipes eyes.) 



Seed. Yes. (Sighs heavily.) 



Temp. Now what ye got cheap in wooden goods ? 



Seed. Got a nice choppin' block off that big ellum 

 tree. 



Temp. Well ; the idea choppin' block ! Guess he 's 

 thinkin' 'baout suthin' besides choppin' wood. 



Seed. That 's what he '11 be doin' for the rist of his born 

 days. Sometimes it's a mighty 'scape- valve for the feelin's 

 when company 's raoun 'n' ye don't take it aout in cussin'. 



Temp. Well, I guess these two won't ever feel that 

 way. They are just tew little love-birds. It's beautiful to 

 see them. (Clasps hands ecstatically.) 



Seed. Shaw, they'll fight sure. Love-birds is the cross- 

 est critters I ever see. They screech and fight like tarnation 

 cats. I had tew onct. Set on the roost with their heads 

 close together. Well, they screeched, 'n' fit, till one killed 

 'n' et t'other. 



Temp. Well, this couple is different. So lovin' and 

 trustin' ! 



