"Why in God's name couldna ye
have married me? I'd like to know why."
As he closed the door, the cold air roused Jimmy.
"Dannie," he said, "donsh forget the milk pail. All 'niciate good now."
Chapter III
THE FIFTY COONS OF THE CANOPER
NEAR noon of the next day, Jimmy opened his eyes and stretched
himself on Dannie's bed. It did not occur to him that he was
sprawled across it in such a fashion that if Dannie had any sleep
that night, he had taken it on chairs before the fireplace. At
first Jimmy decided that he had a head on him, and would turn over
and go back where he came from. Then he thought of the coon hunt,
and sitting on the edge of the bed he laughed, as he looked about
for his boots.
"I am glad ye are feeling so fine," said Dannie at the door, in a
relieved voice. "I had a notion that ye wad be crosser than a
badger when ye came to."
Jimmy laughed on.
"What's the fun?" inquired Dannie.
Jimmy thought hard a minute. Here was one instance where the truth
would serve better than any invention, so he virtuously told Dannie
all about it. Dannie thought of the lonely little woman next door,
and rebelled.
"But, Jimmy!" he cried, "ye canna be gone all nicht again. It's
too lonely fra Mary, and there's always a chance I might sleep
sound and wadna hear if she should be sick or need ye."
"Then she can just yell louder, or come after you, or get well, for
I am going, see? He was a thrid peddler in a dinky little pleated
coat, Dannie.
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