You kin whup a man, but it won't do to whup a woman till
you marry her, an' even then it's sorter dangersome."
"She's your fiance, I suppose," Tom remarked, winking at his aunt.
"I don't know whut you mean, but she ain't my nuthin' it don't seem
like."
"I mean you are engaged to her."
"Don't look much like it. Told her ef she'd meet me over here we mout
be. Reckon her not comin' is a hint that she ain't agreeable to the
p'int. How air you an' Lou a gittin' along?"
Margaret began to cough and Jasper ducked down behind the wagon. Lou
blushed until her cheeks were as red as the ribbon on her hat. "I git
along well with ever'body," she said.
"You embarrass us, Mr. Spencer," Tom spoke up, red as the breast of a
robin.
"That so?" replied Laz. "Wall, Mister, ef you don't want to be jolted
don't try to jolt me."
"I beg your pardon, sir, if--"
"Oh, no harm done, Mister. Wait a minit," he added, squatting and
peering down the hill among the trees. "I'm a billy goat with only one
ho'n ef yander don't come Mag with Sim Mason.
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