" "_Bundle_ what?" I asked.
"_We_ will bundle together," said he; "you surely know what I mean."
I know that our farmers bundle _wheat_, _cornstalks_ and _hay_; do
you mean that you want me to help you bundle any of these?" inquired
I. "I mean that I want you to stay with me to-night! It is the
custom in this place, when a man stays with a girl, if it is warm
weather, for them to throw themselves on the bed, outside the bed
clothes; if the weather is cold, they crawl under the clothes, then
if they have anything to _say_, they say it--when they get tired of
talking they go to sleep; this is what we call bundling--now what do
you call it in your part of the world?" "We have no such works,"
answered I; "not amongst respectable people, nor do I think that any
people would, that either thought themselves respectable, or wished
to be thought so."
"'Don't be too severe upon us, Miss ----, I have always observed
that those who _make believe_ so much modesty, have in reality but
little. I always act as I feel, and speak as I think. I wish you to
do the same, but have none of your make-believes with me--you
smile--you begin to think you have been a little too scrupulous--you
have no objection to bundling _now_, have you?" "Indeed I have.
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