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Well, yes; there _had_ a lady come; come by the same stage as the express agent. What kind?--Well, he really couldn't say--some might think one way, an' some another. _He_ thought she was a real lady, though she wouldn't 'low anything to be sent her from the bar, and she hedn't brought no baggage. Thought so--_knowed_ she was a lady--in fact, would bet drinks for the crowd on it. 'Cos why?--'Cos nobody heerd her cuss or seed her laugh. H'd bet three to two she was a lady--_might_ bet two to one, ef he got his dander up on the subject. Then, on t'other hand, she'd axed for Major Axel, and the major, ez everybody know'd, was--well, he wasn't 'xactly a saint. Besides, as the major hedn't come to Happy Rest, nohow, it looked ez if he was dodgin' her for somethin'. Where was she stopping?--up to Old Psalmsinger's. Old Psalm bed turned himself out of house an' home, and bought her a new tea-kettle to boot. If anybody know'd anybody that wanted to take three to two, send him along.