Didn't think nuthin' about it till I
got nearly home an' I foun' myse'f a whistlin' like a bird, an' all that
day I was as happy as a lark."
"Of co'se, ef you had a fight," Margaret spoke up. "To you it was like
eatin' a piece o' June apple pie. Ah, don't I ricolleck once when we
went to a political speakin'? I reckon I do. A settin' thar jest as
quiet as could be, a listin' to a man that was makin' the puttiest
speech, a talkin' like a preacher, an' all at once you hopped up an'
made at him an' I never seed such a fight--an' you come a walkin' back
to me with yo' hands full of his hair. Laws a massy, don't I ricolleck
it?"
"Talkin' putty! W'y, Margaret, the feller was a tellin' of a lie. I
didn't want to fight him an' break up the meetin', an' I was showin'
that by settin' thar so quiet. But when he begun to lie, it was my duty
to remind him of it."
"Wall," she replied, after a moment's silence, "if that preacher out
thar at Dry Fork' to-day begins to say things that you think ain't true,
jest set thar an' say nuthin', fur it ain't none o' yo' business.
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