He must conquer befo'
he's allowed to set down an' love. I don't want to kill that feller,
but--"
Laz Spencer appeared at the door. "Come in, Laz."
He came in and took off his slouch hat, standing there as if he had
something on his mind. Suddenly he exclaimed as if discharging a great
diplomatic mission: "Mornin', mornin'."
Margaret bade him good morning, and then asked concerning the health of
the "folks."
He sat down and twisted his hat round and round. "The folks air jest
tolerable, ma'm. How's all with you?"
"Tolerable," Margaret answered.
"Yo' brother Bill a gittin' better?" Jasper inquired.
Round and round Laz twisted his hat. "Pearter than he war yistidy, but
not as peart as he war the day befo'."
"Yo' mother still a eatin' of spoon vidults, Laz?"
"No, doc' he 'lows she kin eat knife an' fork stuff now."
"Any news over yo' way?"
"Nuthin' wuth dividin'. Doc' he sewed Patterson up an' 'lows he may git
well."
"Why, what's the matter with Patterson?"
"Sam Perdue cut him with a knife."
"Fur pity's sake," Margaret exclaimed.
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