"Shot fo' and stobbed three,"
he said, his mind on the story paper. "Ah, it may not be true, but it
sounds mighty natchul. I wonder how it all is goin' to end. Don't want
to think about it; wush I could think of somethin' else. Margaret's got
her heart set. And I wonder if my little girl has too. If she has it's
the first time, an' if his heart don't come when hers calls it, it will
never call ag'in." And for a long time he sat there, immovable, gazing;
and in his old eyes there was a dream.
CHAPTER XIII.
MIGHT WIPE HER FEET ON HIM.
Old Jasper's meditations were disturbed by Kintchin who thrust his head
through the window and inquired: "Doan want me to take dat co'n ober ter
Spencer's 'fo' dinner, does you?"
"No, any time this evenin' will do."
The negro came into the house and as he entered Starbuck said to him:
"And while you are resting you mout grind the axes."
"Yas, suh; grind de axes while I's er restin'. Look yere, Mr. Starbuck,
ain't you got some work fur me ter do while I's er eatin'?"
"Let me see.
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