"Whar's that luther string?" he inquired of his wife.
"What luther string?"
"The one I told you to put away for me some time last fall--mebby fall a
year ago. Whar is it?"
"Gracious alive Jasper, I don't know. What did you bring that gear in
here for? Can't you fix it at the stable?"
"Yes, could. Could also sleep and eat out thar, but I don't want to."
"Now what on the yeth do you want to talk that way fur?"
Jasper chuckled. "Wall, a man ain't hardly responsible for what he says
when he's talkin' to a woman."
"Then you don't believe, Mr. Starbuck, that woman inspires truth," said
Mrs. Mayfield, and Jim leaned forward, still gazing at her.
"Oh, yes, all the putty truths," Jasper replied, and Tom who, with Lou,
was standing over near the fire-place, sang out: "There, auntie, he is
meeting you on your own ground."
Jim's countenance flared and he struck in: "Yes, in the shade where the
soft air is stirring."
Mrs. Mayfield turned to him. "Oh, thank you Mr.--I shall have to call
you Mr. Reverend."
He gave her a smile and then as if afraid of too much light shut it off;
but he had the courage to reply: "Anything you call me, ma'm, will be
music.
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