Popping the Question — 184
One evening as I was a-sittin’ by my Hetty, and had worked myself up to the stickin’ pint, sez I, “Hetty, if a fellar was to ask you to marry him, what wud you say?” Then she laughed, and sez she, “That would depend on who asked me.” Then sez I, “Suppose it was Ned Willis?” Sez she, “I’d tell Ned Willis, but not you.” That kinder staggered me; but I was too cute to lose the opportunity, and so sez I again, “Suppose it was me?” And then you orter see her pout up her lip, and says she, “I don’t take no supposes.” Wall, now, you see there was nothin’ for me to do but touch the gun off. So bang it went. Sez I, “Wall, Hetty, it’s me; won’t you say yes?” And then there was such a hulloballoo in my head, I don’t know exactly what tuk place, but I thought I heerd a ‘yes’ whisperin’ somewhere out of the skirmish.