"'When must you go?' says I, when he come, lookin' a kind o' pale,
to tell me this.
"'Right off,' says he. 'The court meets this mornin'. If I don't
hurry up, I'll have some of 'em after me. But I wouldn't cry about
it. I don't believe the case'll last more'n a day.'
"The old man harnessed up an' took Jone to the court-house, an' I
went too, for I might as well keep up the idea of a bridal-trip as
not. I went up into the gallery, and Jone, he was set among the
other men in the jury-box.
"The case was about a man named Brown, who married the half-sister
of a man named Adams, who afterward married Brown's mother, and
sold Brown a house he had got from Brown's grandfather, in trade
for half a grist-mill, which the other half of was owned by Adams's
half-sister's first husband, who left all his property to a soup
society, in trust, till his son should come of age, which he never
did, but left a will which give his half of the mill to Brown, and
the suit was between Brown and Adams and Brown again, and Adams's
half-sister, who was divorced from Brown, and a man named Ramsey,
who had put up a new over-shot wheel to the grist-mill."
"Oh my!" exclaimed Euphemia. "How could you remember all that?"
"I heard it so often, I couldn't help remembering it," replied
Pomona. And she went on with her narrative.
"That case wasn't a easy one to understand, as you may see for
yourselves, and it didn't get finished that day. They argyed over
it a full week.
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