"_Who_ says?" Andy whirled about.

"Why, _she_ says--Sergia says.--Didn't I jest tell you, Andy?"

"You didn't tell me nuthin'," said Andy. He had returned to the bay.

"She is his--she is goin' to marry him," said William.

"Huh!"

There was silence for a minute, while Andrew digested the morsel. "When
they goin' to be married?" he said at last.

Uncle William shook his head. "That's jest it, Andy. They're in a heap
o' trouble."

Andy stirred uneasily. "What'd she write to _you_ for?"

"I'm comin' to that--if you'll give me time. She thought mebbe I could
help--"

Andy moved a little away. "You hain't got the means," he said
decisively.

"No"--the tone was soothing--"but I can get it, mebbe. She wants me to
come down."

"To New York? _You!_" Andy looked at him.

William returned the look apologetically. "Does sound ridiculous, don't