“Does he like you?” I asks. “How does he stand in the matter?” “Crazy,”
says Rebosa. “Ma has to wet down the front steps to keep him from
sitting there all the time. But I guess that’ll be all over after
to-night,” she winds up with a sigh. “Rebosa,” says I, “you don’t
really experience any of this adoration called love for old Mack, do
you?” “Lord! no,” says the girl, shaking her head. “I think he’s as dry
as a lava bed. The idea!” “Who is this young man that you like,
Rebosa?” I inquires. “It’s Eddie Bayles,” says she. “He clerks in
Crosby’s grocery. But he don’t make but thirty-five a month. Ella Noakes
was wild about him once.” “Old Mack tells me,” I says, “that he’s going
to marry you at six o’clock this evening.” “That’s the time,” says she.
“It’s to be at our house.” “Rebosa,” says I, “listen to me. If Eddie
Bayles had a thousand dollars cash—a thousand dollars, mind you, would
buy him a store of his own—if you and Eddie had that much
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