He
clutched his hat and followed her and old Jasper snorted. "Follers her
like a pet lamb," said the old man to his wife when Tom and Lou also had
strolled off. "I mean Jim do. But to tell you the truth she'll never
marry him; don't know that he wants her, you understand, but if he do
he's in a bad fix. She's good and as putty as a red-bird, but I don't
reckon that she'd like to be the wife of a mountain preacher. And come
to think about it, I don't see why a woman would want to be the wife of
any preacher--much. Not that the preacher wouldn't be good to her, but
because she'd be a settin' herse'f up as a mark fur all the other women
in the neighborhood. Ef a preacher's wife laugh they say she ain't a
takin' no intrust in church work, an' ef she is sorrowful they say it's
all put on."
"Jasper, you don't know what you're a talkin' about, but you air
puffeckly nat'ral as long as you're a sayin' suthin' ag'in women. You
don't understand 'em at all."
"And ef I did I'd be smarter than old Solomon. He had fo' or five
hundred of 'em about him and he didn't understand even the most foolish
one of 'em.
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