"Wall," said he, "ain't a standin' on my head," and speaking to Jasper
he added: "Come to fetch yo' meal-bag home."
"About when did you borry it, Laz," Jasper inquired, taking the bag and
throwing it upon the table.
"Last fall, some time."
"Well, how did you happen to fetch it back so soon?"
"Oh, jest got to thinkin' about it last month."
"Well, no tellin' what's goin' to happen when a feller gits to thinkin'.
What's the matter with yo' coat-tail?"
"Was a settin' on a stump, drapped off to sleep an' the calf chawed it."
"I do wish you two would hush yo' foolishness," said Margaret. "How's
yo' mother, Laz."
"Give her some interestin' news, Laz," said Starbuck. "Tell her the old
lady ain't expected to live."
"Now did anybody ever hear the like o' that," Margaret retorted. "I
never seed sich a man."
"Mother ain't so powerful well," said Laz. "She ain't bed sick, but
she's a chillin' a good deal. Got the shakes when she went down to the
creek bottoms. Can't eat nuthin' but spoon vittuls."
Margaret, dismissing the visitor from further attention, took up a
coffee-mill and sat down near the fire-place.
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