Shore ter git a feller inter trouble ef he pays much
attention to 'em. The only way for a man to live is jest to let time
take care of itse'f. It always did and I reckon it always will." He went
over to the table, took up the bag and looking at it as if studying a
problem, remarked to Jasper: "I'd like to borry this meal bag ag'in ef
you ain't got no particular use for it."
"All right, Laz, but I mout need it by year after next."
"Ah, hah. Wall, I'll try to have it back by then." He started off slowly
toward the door, halted and looked about.
"Don't see nuthin' else you want to borry, do you, Laz?"
"Nuthin' I can use. Good-day."
Margaret stood near the window, meditating. "Now, let me see."
"Want to know whar we was when he broke in?" Jasper asked, and she gave
him a pathetic look.
"I wan't a thinkin' about that."
"Glad to hear it. Look here, it's a gittin' so a man can't set down and
quarrel with his wife in peace. We air gittin' too crowded in this
neighborhood. Man moved in five miles from here day befo' yistidy.
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