“Ay,” Tumm drawled, “it made me feel bad t' think o' what she'd been wantin' all them years; an' then I wished I'd been kinder t' Liz.... An', 'Tumm,' thinks I, 'you went an' come ashore t' stop this here thing; but you better let the skipper have his little joke, for t'will on'y s'prise him, an' it won't do nobody else no hurt. Here's this fool,' thinks I, 'wantin' a wife; an' he won't never have another chance. An' here's this maid,' thinks I, 'wantin' a baby; an' _she_ won't never have another chance. 'Tis plain t' see,' thinks I, 'that God A'mighty, who made un, crossed their courses; an' I 'low, ecod!' thinks I, 'that 'twasn't a bad idea He had. If He's got to get out of it somehow,' thinks I, 'why, _I_ don't know no better way. Tumm,' thinks I, 'you sheer off. Let Nature,' thinks I, 'have doo course an' be glorified.' So I looks Liz in the eye--an' says nothin'. “'Tumm,' says she, 'doth you think he--' “'Don't you be scared o' nothin',' says I. 'He's a lad o' good feelin's,' says I, 'an' he'll treat you the best he knows how. Is you goin' t' take un?' “'I wathn't thinkin' o' that,' says she. 'I wathn't thinkin' o' _not_. I wath jutht,' says she, 'wonderin'.' “'They isn't no sense in that, Liz,' says I. 'You just wait an' find out.' “'What'th hith name?' says she. “'Shoos,' says I. 'Moses Shoos.' “With that she up with her pinny an' begun t' cry like a young swile. “'What you cryin' for, Liz?' says I. “I 'low I couldn't tell what 'twas all about. But she was like all the women. Lord! 'tis the little things that makes un weep when it comes t' the weddin'. “'Come, Liz,' says I, 'what you cryin' about?' “'I lithp,' says she. “'I knows you does, Liz,' says I; 'but it ain't nothin' t' cry about.' “'I can't thay Joneth,' says she. “'No,' says I; 'but you'll be changin' your name,' says I, 'an' it won't matter no more.' “'An' if I can't say Joneth,' says she, 'I can't thay--' “'Can't say what?' says I. “'Can't thay Thooth!' says she. “Lord! No more she could. An' t' say Moses Shoos! An' t' say M'issus Moses Shoos! Lord! It give me a pain in the tongue, t' think of it. “'Jutht my luck,' says she; 'but I'll do my betht.'