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As soon as it was safely dark, he hied him away to Adelia Williams. He felt very doubtful about his reception, but the remembrance of the twinkle in Adelia's brown eyes comforted him. She looked like a woman who had a sense of humour; she might not take him, but she would not feel offended or insulted because he asked her. "Dang it all, though, I hope she will take me," said Young Thomas.
"I mean," he hastened to add, seeing the look of astonishment on Adelia's face, "that I'm glad there isn't any other man because because I want you myself, Adelia." Adelia laid down her knitting and blushed crimson. But she looked at Young Thomas squarely and reproachfully. "You needn't think you are bound to say that because of the gossip, Mr. Everett," she said quietly.
"I'm in for getting married now and no mistake. And I can't get Adelia out of my head. I've been thinking of her steady ever since that confounded gossip began." When he knocked at Adelia's door he discovered that his face was wet with perspiration. Adelia opened the door and started when she saw him; then she turned very red and stiffly asked him in.
But he had forgotten to lock his door the handle turned, and a dim little figure marched in. "Willie, Adelia's goin' to put me to bed." "You g'way from here," he said, huskily. "I haven't got time to talk to you. I'm busy." "Well, you can wait a minute, can't you?" she asked, reasonably. "I haf to tell you a joke on mamma." "I don't want to hear any jokes!"
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