nto a wore-out pair
o' stockin's before now an' offered up many a petition t' the Throne o'
grace with my scrubbin' brush sloshin' over the floor. Anyway, Hermy 'n'
me ain't never had much time for church-goin' or prayer meetin's or
mindin' our souls in our best frocks an' bonnets--no, sir! We jest have
t' get on with our work--sewin' an' cookin' an' washin'--mindin' the
welfare of other folks' bodies. So while them as has time an'
inclination sing their praises t' the Lord on their knees, Hermy an' me
take out our praises in work, an' have t' leave our souls t' God
an'--oh, well, I guess he'll take care of 'em all right--don't y'
think?"

"I certainly do!" nodded Ravenslee.

"O' course, my soul ain't all it should be--a bit stained here
an' there, p'raps--a bit th' worse for wear, Mr. Geoffrey, but
Hermy's--well, there, I guess it's jest as sweet as a flower still, an'
white--as white as that tablecloth. An' talkin' about her soul--what
about her body, Mr. Geoffrey?"

Ravenslee started. "Her body?" said he, staring. "Well, since you ask,
I should say it is like her soul--very sweet and white and--"

"Sure!" nodded Mrs. Trapes, "but, bein' only flesh an' blood after
all--bein' only miserable clay like yours an' mine, Mr. Geoffrey, it'll
always need food t' nourish it, clo'es t' keep it warm, an' a roof t'
shelter it. Well, if she was t' be s' mad as t' marry a peanut man, what
about food an' clo'es an' a roof?"

"I think they could be managed, Mrs. Trapes."

"What--out o' peanuts?"

"No--er--the fact is, I've given 'em up."

Mrs. Trapes sniffed. "Y' don't say!" she remarked drily. "Think o' that,
now!"

"The fact is, Mrs. Trapes, I--well, suppose I were to confess to you
that I'm not quite so poor as I seem--what should you say?"

"Why, I should say as I knew that about three weeks ago, Mr. Geoffrey."

"Oh, did you?" said Ravenslee, staring. "How in the world did you find
out?"

"Why, Mr. Geoffrey, I'll tell ye how. I got eyes an' I got ears, an'
sometimes I can see a bit with my eyes an' hear with my ears--that's
how! Oh, I've watched ye, Mr. Geoffrey--I've watched ye careful
because--well, because I sure love Hermy, an' 't would jest break my
'eart t' see her fallin' in love with a rogue!"

"So you think--that she is--falling in love, then?" enquired Ravenslee
slowly.

"Well, Hermy's Hermy, an' she's wrote you two letters to my knowin'--"

"No, only one, Mrs. Trapes."

"Now Hermy ain't the kind o