senteeism on the part of this pastor, I
reckons I better go over, like you-all hints, an' take a look or two in
the glass. It ain't goin' to consoome a moment, however,--this yere
titivation I plans; an' followin' said improvements we-all better pull
off this play some prompt. My paw,--old Ben Glegg,--is on our trail
not five miles behind; he'll land yere in half a hour an' I ain't none
convinced he won't land shootin'.' An' with this bluff, an' confidin'
the preacher sharp to Peets, Abby goes curvin' over to the O.K.
Restauraw.

"However does this yere virgin look? Son, I hes'tates to deescribe a
lady onless the facts flows fav'rable for her. Which I'll take chances
an' lie a lot to say that any lady's beautiful, if you-all will only
give me so much as one good feacher to go on. But I'm powerless in the
instance of Abby. That's a blizzard effect to her face; an' the best
you can say is that if she don't look lovely, at least she looks
convincin'. The gnurliest pineknot burns frequent the hottest, an' you
can take my word for it, this Abby girl has sperit. Speakin' of her
appearance, personal, Missis Rucker--who's a fair jedge--allows later
to Enright that if Abby's a kyard in a faro game, she'd play her to
lose.

"'Which she looks like a sick cat in the face, an' a greyhoun' in the
waist,' says Missis Rucker; 'an' I ain't got mortal use for no sech
spindlin' trollops as this yere Abby girl is, nohow.'

"'I don't know,' says Enright, shakin' his head; 'I ain't been enriched
with much practical experience with women, but I reckons now it's love
that does it. Whoever is that gent, Peets, who says, "love is blind"?
He knows his business, that sport does, an' about calls the turn.'

"'I ain't none so shore neither,' says Peets. 'Love may be blind, but
somehow, I don't sign up the play that way. Thar's plenty of people,
same as this pinfeather party, who discerns beauties in their
sweethearts that's veiled to you an' me.'

"Of course, these yere discussions concernin' Abby's charms takes place
weeks later. On the weddin' day, Wolfville's too busy trackin' 'round
an' backin' Abby's game to go makin' remarks. In this connection,
however, it's only right to Abby to say that her pinfeather beau don't
share Missis Rucker's views. Although Abby done threatens him with a
gun-play to make him lead her to the altar that time her old paw
creases him, an' he begins to wax low-sperited about wedlock, still,
the pinf