"
"Jasper," said Margaret, "don't distress him."
"I ain't distressin' him half as much as he is me. 'Bout ready to give
her another trial, Mose?"
"Want a cup o' vin--vin--vin--"
"Oh, you air gettin' thar."
"Cup o' v--v--vinegar."
"Thank goodness," Margaret exclaimed.
"Thar you go distressin' him," said Jasper.
Margaret took the cup and went into the kitchen and Mose, looking at
Starbuck, grinned in self-celebration of his victory.
"Ain't as h--h--hot as it was when it was h--h--h--hotter, is it?"
"Come to think of it, don't believe it is."
"M--m--m--might r--r--r--rain, soon."
"Yes, and it looks like we mout have snow some time next winter."
"Thank y--y--y--you," said Mose; and as Margaret entered and handed him
the cup of vinegar he thanked her, rewarded her with a grin, and
departed. For some time after his exit nothing was said, but finally
Margaret, standing near the window, began to look for the ends of the
broken thread of discourse.
"Now, let me see."
To help her out Starbuck volunteered his services.
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