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I was passin' the Bakers' shanty, and I heard one of them gals a singing a camp-meeting hymn. I don't calkilate to run agin you young fellers in any sparkin' or canoodlin' that's goin' on, but her voice sounded so pow'ful soothin' and pretty thet I jest stood there and listened. Then the old woman old Mother Baker SHE joined in, and I listened too.
"There ain't sense in nothin' else, mother," said the Captain. "Next to sparkin', which is the Christianist thing I knows on, comes gals' talks 'bout their sparks; they's as natural as crowsfoot and red columbines in the spring, and spring don't come but once a year neither, and so let 'em take the comfort on't. I warrant now, Polly, you've laid awake nights and talked about me."
Why," he continued, warming to his subject and seemingly ignorant of its myths, "I once seen a man ride into San Mercial with his face that white it wouldn't 'a' showed a chalk mark! And he was holdin' up his thumb like it was pizen which it was! And he was cuttin' for old Doc Struthers that fast his cayuse was sparkin' out of his ears. Bit by a hydrophoby skunk yes, sirree.
Munn was saying, in a voice muffled by a mouthful of chewing-gum, "they're goin' to do that thing what d'ye call it when two folks that's sparkin' run away?" "Elope," said the orphan, from the depths of a profound experience of the world. "Yes, elope. Don't you ever tell, Tim; but I bet that's what Jeannie an' me'll do some day; only I wish she wasn't such an awful girl to laugh!"
"He's sparkin' some gal, Miss Sue; dat's what ails him," she said one evening as she knelt on the sitting-room hearth to kindle the first fire of the season. "Dey ain't but two t'ings onder heaben dat'll keep a man f'om eatin'. One's a woman, t' other is lack ob food." Judge Hollis looked over his glasses and smiled. "Who do you think the lady is, Melvy?"
When I would be going sparkin' the lassies, it wasn't running away they would be." "Oh, but then you must have been so handsome and so fine, Uncle Hughie," said the girl diplomatically. "If I go up into the village will you tell mother you said I might?" Uncle Hughie was not impervious to flattery, but he looked doubtful.
Banule lingered. "Say," he hesitated obviously he found the confession embarrassing or else he hated to lay the final straw upon the camel's back "just before you told me to shut down, the motor on the small pump started sparkin' pretty bad." "Yes?" Bruce knew that if Banule admitted it was "pretty bad" it was bad indeed. "I'll look it over if we can stop awhile." Bruce shook his head.
After a long hard fight we got him limber, straightened out, and warm, it didn't rip so when he breathed, then they put him in the parlour on the big davenport. Leon said if the sparkin' bench didn't bring him to, nothing would. Laddie sat beside him and mother kept peeping. She wouldn't let Dr. Fenner go, because she said Mr.
"I'm obleeged ter ye fer comin' thus fur with me," he observed, then supplemented drily, "an' still more fer not comin' no further." The other laughed. "I hain't ergoin' ter 'cumber yore projeck's none ternight," he declared, good-humouredly, then added fairly enough, "but termorrer night I aims ter go sparkin' thar myself an' I looks ter ye to do as much fer me an' give me a cl'ar road."
"That is hopeful," said Kate; "I think Melindy and George must have tracked the turkeys to their haunt, and scared them homeward." "George who?" said Peggy. "George Bemont; it seems he is what is your Connecticut phrase? sparkin' Melindy." "I'm very glad; he is a clever fellow," said Peter.
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