You'd say he was yaller. No, I don't allers
dispute what you say. Tuther day when I flung a rock at a steer, it
struck a tree, bounced back and hit me and you said, 'Thar, you've hurt
yo'se'f,' and I didn't dispute it. Jest give me the truth and you won't
here no complaint. Am I right, Jim?"
Jim did not relish his position as "prover." The umpire of household
argument "hath but a losing office." In the opinion of one side or the
other his decision is unjust. "You are nearly always right when you
think you are, Uncle Jasper, and you don't often think you are right
unless you are; and I can say the same of Aunt Margaret."
"Oh, I tell you," the old man declared, shaking his head, "Jim will
keep out of trouble as long as he kin; an' I want to say he is givin' me
a mighty useful lesson right along now about this time."
"Gracious! Look thar!" Margaret exclaimed.
"Hold on!" Jasper commanded, "don't nobody move. Keep right still and
don't say a word."
In the door stood a dog, gazing with glassy stare. Any one could see
that is was mad.
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