G--g--g--got
somethin' to s--s--s--say to you."
"How are you going to manage to say it?" Lou asked and he began to make
signs.
"Perhaps," said Mrs. Mayfield, "what he has to say could be conveyed by
signs."
"Yes," Tom declared, "signs are very impressive. Fellow made a few at me
once and when he got through I found he'd knocked me down."
"Knocked you down!" cried Lou. "Oh, how could anybody knock you down?"
Mrs. Mayfield looked at Jim. "How charming to be a hero in the sight of
a beautiful eye."
Jim drooped and said: "Yes'm."
Mose who had been screwing up his face began again: "Feller knock me
down have me to w--w--w--w--whup."
The voice of Kintchin, driving the steers, came up the hill: "Whoa, hor,
Buck, come yere. Come yere Bright." Mose remarked after a serious effort
that the steers must have about all they could pull, and then added that
he must be going. Tom asked if he found it difficult to pull himself
loose, and his aunt cried out! "Why Thomas." Kintchin's voice was heard
again, further off and Mose said he "reckoned" he'd have to be pulled
out by the steers.
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