"This girl," said Mitchell, continuing a yarn to his mate, "was about the ugliest girl I ever saw, except one, and I'll tell you about her directly. The old man had a carpenter's shop fixed up in a shed at the back of his house, and he used to work there pretty often, and sometimes I'd come over and yarn with him. One day I was sitting on the end of the bench, and the old man was working away, and Mary was standing there too, all three of us yarning -- she mostly came poking round where I was if I happened to be on the premises -- or at least I thought so -- and we got yarning about getting married, and the old cove said he'd get married again if the old woman died.
" 'You get married again! ' said Mary. ‘Why, father, you wouldn't get anyone to marry you -- who'd have you?'
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