"I don't say you have, an' I don't say you haven't," answered Mrs.
Aleshine, her fat hands folded on her knees, and her round face
shining from under her new bonnet with an expression of hearty
good-will, "but this I will say,--an' I don't care who hears it,--that
if you was to set your cap at Mr. Dusante there needn't nobody say
anything agin it, so long as you are content. He isn't what I'd choose
for you, if I had the choosin', for I'd git one with an American name
an' no islands. But that's neither here nor there, for you're a grown
woman an' can do your own choosin'. An' whether there's any choosin'
to be done is your own business too, for it's full eleven years sence
you've been done with widder fixin's; an' if Mr. Lecks was to rise up
out of his grave this minute, he couldn't put his hand on his heart
an' say that you hadn't done your full duty by him, both before an'
after he was laid away. An' so, if you did want to do choosin', an'
made up your mind to set your cap at Mr. Dusante, there's no word to
be said. Both of you is ripe-aged an' qualified to know your own
minds, an' both of you is well off enough, to all intents an'
purposes, to settle down together, if so inclined. An' as to his
sister, I don't expect she will be on his hands for long. An' if you
can put up with an adopted mother-in-law, that's your business, not
mine; though I allus did say, Mrs. Lecks, that if you'd been
'Piscopalian, you'd been Low Church."
"Is that all?" said Mrs. Lecks.
"Yes," replied the other; "it's all I have to say jus' now, though
more might come to me if I gave my mind to it."
"Well, then," said Mrs. Lecks, "I've somethin' to say on this p'int,
and I'm very glad Mr. Craig is here to hear it. If I had a feelin' in
the direction of Mr. Dusante that he was a man, though not exactly
what I might wish, havin' somethin' of foreign manners with ties in
the Sandwich Islands, which I shouldn't have had so if I'd had the
orderin' of it, who was still a Christian gentleman,--as showed by his
acts, not his words,--a lovin' brother; an' a kind an' attentive son
by his own adoption; and who would make me a good husband for the rest
of our two lives; then I'd go and I'd set my cap at him--not bold nor
flauntin', nor unbecomin' to a woman of my age, but just so much
settin' of it at him, that if he had any feelin's in my direction, and
thought, although it was rather late in life for him to make a change,
that if he was goin' to do it he'd rather make that change with a
woman who had age enough, and experience enough in downs as well as
ups, and in married life as well as single, to make him feel that as
he got her so he'd always find her; then I say all he'd have to do
would be to come to me an' say what he thought, an' I'd say what I
thought, an' the thing would be settled, an' nobody in this world need
have one word to say, except to wish us joy, an' then go along and
attend to their own business.
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