Dave go after Katie? Yes, I know about the hay. Hay is hay, but it
ought not to come first in a man's affections."

"You'd better let 'em alone, Amasy; if they're going to marry they will
without any help from us; love affairs don't seem to prosper much, when
old folks interfere."

"Looizy, it's my opinion that Dave's too shy to make up to women folks.
I don't think he'll even get up the courage to ask Kate to marry him."

"Well, I never saw the man yet who was too bashful to propose to the
right woman." And a great deal of decision went into the churning that
accompanied her words.

"Mebbe so, mebbe so," said the Squire. He felt that the vagaries of the
affections was too deep a subject for him. "Anyhow, Looizy, I don't want
no old maids and bachelors potterin' round this farm getting cranky
notions in their heads. Look at the professor. Why, a good woman would
have taken the nonsense out of him years ago."

Mrs. Bartlett did not have to go far to look at the professor. He was
flying about her front garden at that very moment in an apparently
distracted state, crouching, springing, hiding back of bushes and
reappearing with the startling swiftness of magic. The Bartletts were
quite used to these antics on the part of their well-paying summer
boarder. He was chasing butterflies--a manifestly insane proceeding, of
course, but if a man could afford to pay ten dollars a week for summer
board in the State of New Hampshire, he could afford to chase butterflies.

Professor Sterling was an old young man who had given up his life to