Him an' her as sho's I'm a
foot high. Say, Jasper, they calls the sakermint the blood o' the lamb,
don't they? Wall, ef they want it to-day they kin have the blood of a
calf."
"Oh, Mr. Spencer," cried Mrs. Mayfield, going to him in alarm, "I do
hope you'll have no trouble."
"Hope so, too, ma'm, but I ain't a signin' no notes of hand. Look, he's
a hitchin' her hoss fur her an' you see ef he don't walk with her up to
the church do'. An' ef he do, thar's--whut did I tell you?"
Sim walked to the church door with Mag, and then in observance of
established customs, sauntered off, happening to stroll in the direction
of Laz. Margaret appealed to Jasper. "Don't you let 'em have no trouble
here. If you do, I won't let you have no peace fur a month."
"Don't expect to have none nohow," the old man drawled.
Sim came along and Laz stepped forth to meet him. The newcomer advanced,
holding out his hand. "Laz," he said, "I'm glad to be of some service to
you. Mag was a comin' to church an' as her sister couldn't come I rode
along with her.
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