Where you frum?"
"Nashville. I wish you'd look--"
"Yes, that's what I'm goin' to do. And ain't this Jasper Starbuck's
daughter? I thought so," he added when Lou nodded at him. "I've knowed
Jasper a long time, but folks don't git round a visitin' now like they
uster. Never seed yo' father drunk in my life--swear it's a fact; never
did. I'll bet he kin whup a ground-hog as big as he is. And I'll sw'ar,
ain't this little Jimmie Starbuck?"
"My name is Jim and I am a Starbuck," the preacher answered.
"Thought I know'd you. Ah, hah, and they tell me you air preachin' the
gospel now. Which one o' the gospels air you preachin', Luke or John?
Wall, no diffunce, either of 'em is good enough, I reckon. I never tried
to preach."
"I wish you'd try to look over your stock of mail matter," said Tom.
"I'll do that, too. What was the other name. Mayfield? Well, that's a
familiar name to me. My grandmother was a Mayfield--no, Mayhew. Putty
nigh the same anyhow. You air expectin' a letter, I reckon."
"Yes, if you please."
"From yo' husband? No, you ain't married, of co'se.
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