"
Peters laughed as if he really enjoyed her contempt of him. He pulled at
his whiskers, cleared his throat, took a turn about the room and looking
at her again, he appeared as if he had attempted to soften his
countenance with a sentiment urgently summoned. "Yes, that is all true,
I reckon. And now let me tell you. I mout not look like it--like I'm
hard to please, but I am. Thar ain't one woman out of a hundred that can
make me wake up when I'm sleepy and think about her, but you can. And
ever sense you was a child I've said I'd never marry till I could git
you." He saw the anger in her eyes and hesitated. "Ah, you may not think
very much of me now," he continued, "but that can all be changed. A
woman's like a mornin' glory flower--always a changing; an' I know you
could learn to love me."
"Oh, you do. Well, what you know and what's the truth won't never know
each other well enough to shake hands."
Peters smiled upon her, "Wall, if nuthin' else did, that of itself would
prove you air old Jasper's daughter."
Margaret Starbuck came in, with a pan of turnips.
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