“WhoelsewouldIbethinkingof？“returnedtheSoutherner。Hisfacehadbecomeverysombre。“Shehasbeenraisedsodifferent！“
hemurmured。Heponderedalittle，whiletheotherswaited，solicitous。
Anewideacametotheproprietor。“Iamactingmayorofthistown，“saidhe。“I’llputhiminthecalabooseandkeephimtillyougetmarriedandaway。
“Saytheword，“repeatedHoneyWiggin。
Scipio’seyemettheproprietor’s，andheshookhisheadaboutaquarterofaninch。Theproprietorshookhistothesameamount。