She did not quite approve
of the hill-top marriage plan. Better would it have suited her purpose
to parade the double wedding at Dry Fork, to shine in the presence of
neighbors. But Jasper, expecting trouble, was in favor of the speediest
method. "Miz Mayfield is the manager of the whole affair," said he.
"Ma'm, have some of these here snap beans, b'iled with as brown a piece
of bacon as you ever seed. What, Margaret, ain't a cryin'?"
"Of course a man would never cry on an occasion of this here sort," she
whimpered. "You don't stop to think that our daughter is a goin' to
leave us--it don't seem to make no diffunce to you."
"Wall, not as much diffunce as if she had loved him an' he hadn't loved
her. Jim, I reckon here's about as fine a piece of co'n bread as you
ever smacked yo' mouth on, white meal ground slow."
Margaret's keen ears heard a halloa at the gate. "Thar's the preacher,"
she said. "An' goodness me, we ain't got a bite fitten for a preacher to
eat." Jasper got up to meet the minister. "Fetch him in anyhow, Jasper.
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