So I jest sot down and took a standing-up snack and started . I sorter like it . O ' course it 's rather tejus . Part of the time I sits and thinks and the rest I jest sits . Jog along , black mare . I want to git home airly . Thomas is terrible lonesome when I 'm away . You see , we have n't been married very long . '' `` Oh ! '' said Anne politely . `` Just a month . Thomas courted me for quite a spell , though . It was real romantic . '' Anne tried to picture Mrs. Skinner on speaking terms with romance and failed . `` Oh ? '' she said again . `` Yes . Y ` see , there was another man after me . Jog along , black mare . I 'd been a widder so long folks had given up expecting me to marry again .
But when my darter -- she 's a schoolma'am XXXXX you -- went out West to teach I felt real lonesome and was n't nowise sot against the idea .
So after for like month of sorter sot to widder