So we sot sail for what we jedged was Ebenezer's front-gate, and just
as we made it, a man comes whistling round the bend in the path, and
I'm blessed if 'twa'n't Peter T. Brown. He was rigged to kill, as usual,
only more so.

"Hello, Peter!" I says. "Here we be."

If ever a feller was surprised, Brown was that feller. He looked like
he'd struck a rock where there was deep water on the chart.

"Well, I'll be ----" he begun, and then stopped. "What in the ----" he
commenced again, and again his breath died out. Fin'lly he says: "Is
this you, or had I better quit and try another pipe?"

We told him 'twas us, and it seemed to me that he wa'n't nigh so tickled
as he'd ought to have been. When he found we'd come to the wedding,
'count of Ebenezer sending us word, he didn't say nothing for a minute
or so.

"Of course, we HAD to come," says Jonadab. "We felt 'twouldn't be right
to disapp'int Mr. Dillaway."

Peter kind of twisted his mouth. "That's so," he says. "It'll be worth
more'n a box of diamonds to him. Do him more good than joining a 'don't
worry club.' Well, come on up to the house and ease his mind."

So we done it, and Ebenezer acted even more surprised than Peter.

I can't tell you anything about that house, nor the fixings in it;
it beat me a mile--that house did. We had a room somewheres up on