Now the fust woman on
the earth listened when her husband he was a talkin' to an angel that
was out in the garden a sunnin' hisse'f, and they called her a Eve
drapper."
"Wall, you wan't a talkin' to no angel, I'll tell you that."
"Talkin' to one now, ain't I?"
"Jasper, I didn't come in here to be made fun of. I'd rather quarrel
than to be made fun of."
"I don't know but that's a fact."
"Now why don't you tell me all about it?"
"I don't see the use in my repeatin' suthin' you've already hearn."
"Already hearn? I ain't hearn a word, and you know it. But suppose he do
git the app'intment--won't it mean trouble?"
"Wall, I don't know but it will. They do say that it's a sorter
troublesome job. Know'd a feller that was app'inted once, and he was
shot between the eyes--puttiest shot you ever saw. Man said, 'You
couldn't do that ag'in in ten years,' and putty soon thar come along
another deputy, an' blamed if he didn't do it ag'in."
"I wish you wouldn't pester me so--when I've already got trouble on my
mind."
"What's troublin' you, Margaret?"
"Why, dinner's about ready to take up, and them folks ain't come back.
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