“ Well then, You can count on an animal with some spirit come Sunday, say the afternoon? Early or late, or even first thing, after church, if you’s be attending.” He suggested the it dawned on him, she had just said she’d take the day off.
"Oh, well, of course after church, but right after, if that's all right?" After all, she may as well make the most of it if she wasn't going to open the cafe, but then, she didn't want to pressure him, either.
“Well, reckon I need to clean out ma ears. I heard you plain that you was takin’ the day off." He admitted timidly. “I know the waterfall, well worth the ride out to it. So you just pick a time an’ I’ll have you a mount an’ be ready to ride when you are.” This was far beyond what he had though could happen.
"All right, then!" She smiled, finding his correction, and his humble demeanor engaging and genuine. "How does eleven sound? That will give me time to get home from church and change and get us a lunch packed, if that suits you?"
“Yes ‘um, suits me jest fine. Eleven o’clock, I’ll be there sure as the sun rises.” He agreed. He was thinking that this was too good to be true, but on the other hand, the thought of spending time with Emeline Blakesley had him dancing inside. It might take a week or better to wipe the smile off his face, which he didn’t mind at all. “Then it’s all set. I best let you get back to yer business here.”