Jest as ready to dance as the b'ar and the monkey that
the feller come along the road with last year, mebbe year befo' last. I
tell you, Jim ain't been a readin' them books on the hill-top fur
nothin'. I gad, every time he looks at her he flips a star." He walked
about the room, shaking his head. "The po' feller's hit. I gad, when you
flutter fine calico the preachers come a runnin' with the rest of 'em.
She's caught him, but he'll suffer an' say nuthin'. It's mighty hard
work to wring a squeal outen a Starbuck. In that respeck we air sorter
like wild hogs. I've seed a dog chaw a wild pig all to pieces an' he
tuck it with never a squeal--mout have grunted a little, but he didn't
squeal. Puffeckly nat'ral to grunt under sich circumstances, ain't it?"
"Oh, what do I care for yo' nonsense?"
"Nonsense! The affairs of the human fam'ly ain't nonsense, is they?
Heigho, but she's a mighty good woman."
"Of course," said Margaret, crossing the room and sitting down in a
rocking-chair. "Of course. A man thinks every woman's good--but his
wife.
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