A Good Man

I recall a story Blake once told me about the time when he was courting Becca. It went something like this: He was once along time ago a young gentleman and she was a young maiden lady from down South. Blake claimed to be a very good-looking man and so much a gentleman that he brought her a watermelon every Saturday afternoon with his initials cut in it, E. A. T. Well, one Saturday he brought the watermelon and there was nobody at home and he left it on the front porch and returned home in his buggy to, but she never got the watermelon, he said, because a dim local boy ate it when he saw the initials, E. A. T. !