"Oh, let her talk, please. I like to hear her." And standing beside Mrs.
Mayfield's chair she said: "You told me you were something. What was
it?"
"An echo from the world," the city woman answered.
Lou looked at her mother who in turn gave her a look in which the girl
read an ignorance as profound as her own. "Well, is sounds mighty
putty," she said, "but what do you mean by it. I don't understand."
"Why Lou!" exclaimed her mother. "You musn't talk that way."
"Oh, let her go ahead," Tom spoke up. "The fact is auntie says a good
many things I'd like to have explained to me."
"Tom," she said, "please don't be any more wayward than you can help."
At this moment old Jasper's voice was heard without. "Git down from
here. Got less sense than any dog I ever seed, come a jumpin' on me with
yo' muddy feet. Howdy everybody, howdy," he greeted them as he entered,
with a set of harness on his arm. Every one spoke to him and after
surveying the party he drew a chair out from the table, sat down and
began to tug at the harness, pulling hard against the resistance of a
rusty buckle.
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