Peters bowed to her.
"Er good mornin', ma'm."
She put the pan on the table and giving him an unconscious grace bade
him good morning. "Is mammy done ironin'?" she asked, speaking to Lou.
"Yes'm, I reckon so." Then she added, speaking to Peters, "Is there
anythin' else you wanted?"
"Why, Lou," Margaret spoke up, "is that the way to talk?"
"Yes'm, sometimes," and nodding at Peters she added: "And this is one of
them." She laughed, turned away and sat down with her elbows resting on
a battered old melodeon.
"Oh, she's jest a jokin' with me ma'm," said Peters. "I wanted to see
yo' husband. Reckon he's out some whar on the place."
"I think so," Margaret replied, peeling the turnips. "I heard him
calling the hogs just now."
Lou looked at Peters and said: "Then why don't you go?"
"Why, daughter," exclaimed Margaret, "you musn't talk that way. Mr.
Peters is in yo' house."
She came forward and to the visitor bowed with mock humility. "I beg
your pardon, Mr. Peters--"
"Oh, that's all right, Miss Lou."
"For bein' honest with you.
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