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"I seen a sight fer sore eyes this mornin'," quoth David presently. "What was that?" asked Aunt Polly, looking up over her glasses. "Claricy Verjoos fer one part on't," said David. "The Verjooses hev come, hev they? Wa'al, that's good. I hope she'll come up an' see me." David nodded.
"Oh, yes!" replied John, smiling, "she and her sister were perfectly pleasant and cordial, and Miss Verjoos and I are on very friendly terms." "I was thinkin'," said David, "that you an' Claricy might be got to likin' each other, an' mebbe " "I don't think there could ever have been the smallest chance of it," declared John hastily.
'No, ma'am, I says, 'not when I c'n raise the money to pay my fine' She looked kind o' puzzled at that," remarked David, "but I see the other girl look at her an' give a kind of quiet laugh." "'Can I see him? says Miss Claricy. 'Cert'nly, I says, an' went an' brought him out. 'Oh! she says to her sister, 'ain't he a beauty? C'n I try him? she says to me.
Benson were to ask him, and if he can play for the violin I should fancy he can for the voice." "Very well," said John, "we will let it go at that." As he spoke David came round the corner of the bank and up to the carriage. "How d'y' do, Miss Verjoos? How air ye, Miss Claricy?" he asked, taking off his straw hat and mopping his face and head with his handkerchief.
Harum?" said the girl, putting her hand in his. "How air ye, Miss Claricy? Glad to see ye agin," he said. "I'm settin' up a little ev'ry day now, an' you don't look as if you was off your feed much, eh?" "No," she replied, laughing, "I'm in what you call pretty fair condition, I think." "Wa'al, I reckon," he said, looking at her smiling face with the frankest admiration.
The young man was never what is called "a great talker," and Mr. Harum did not always "git goin'." On this occasion they had gone along for some time, smoking in silence, each man absorbed in his thoughts. Finally David turned to his companion. "Do you know that Dutchman Claricy Verjoos is goin' to marry?" he asked. "Yes," replied John, laughing; "I have met him a number of times.
"I've sold the crowd a good many hosses since then, an' I've laughed a thousan' times over that pertic'ler trade. Me 'n Miss Claricy," he added, "has alwus ben good friends sence that time an' she 'n Polly are reg'lar neetups. She never sees me in the street but what it's 'How dee do, Mr.
"Miss Claricy says you're goin' to sing fer 'em up to their house to-night." "Yes," said John, with a slight shrug of the shoulders, as he pinned a paper strap around a pile of bills and began to count out another. "Don't feel very fierce for it, I guess, do ye?" said David, looking shrewdly at him. "Not very," said John, with a short laugh. "Feel a little skittish 'bout it, eh?" suggested Mr.
"She laughed a little, an' says, motionin' with her head to'ds the carriage, 'My sister is Miss Verjoos. I'm Miss Claricy. I took off my cap, an' the other girl jest bowed her head a little. "'I heard you had a hoss 't I could ride, says the one on hossback.
Him an' me are on putty friendly terms, but the fact is," said David, in a semi-confidential tone, "he's about an even combine of pykery an' viniger, an' about as pop'lar in gen'ral 'round here as a skunk in a hen-house; but Mis' Verjoos is putty well liked; an' one o' the girls, Claricy is her name, is a good deal of a fav'rit.
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