" The old man,
pretending to fix the yoke, ducked his head to hide his grinning
countenance. "Hosses out thar, but here we go like niggers to a
camp-meetin'," she went on. "I'm not goin'."
"Oh, do go, Mrs. Starbuck," Mrs. Mayfield pleaded.
"No, I won't go a step. I won't be shamed in this way."
"Sorry, Margaret," said Jasper. "I 'lowed you'd enjoy yo'se'f, still if
you don't want to go thar's no way of compellin' you. Wall, climb up,
everybody."
Mrs. Mayfield and Lou were helped into the wagon, Jasper climbed up and
had begun to swing his long lash when Margaret cried out: "You haven't
fixed any place for me."
"For you?" Jasper replied. "Didn't know you was a goin'."
"Oh, you think you kin make me stay at home all day by myse'f, do you?
All the time studyin' how you kin go away an' leave me. Well, I'll show
you wuther I'm goin' or not."
The old man laughed. "Oh, pleased to have you come along, as the hawk
said to the chicken." She climbed up and sat down beside him and he
dodged as if she had struck at him. "Now stop yo' foolishness an' drive
on, Jasper.
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