'Most anythin'
will do."
"Oh," she began to moan, wringing her hands, "they air goin' to hang
you. It's all Lije Peters' work, an' you ought to have killed him, for
the Lord knows he's give you plenty cause. Where is the scoundrel?"
"Who, Lije? Why, he went over home; don't think he's a goin' down with
us--we don't need him. Now, jest set us out some of them cold snap beans
an' a hunk of co'n bread, fur the wagon will be here putty soon."
"Jasper," she said, blocking the way into the house, "your air deceivin'
of me."
He laughed and replied: "But even that wouldn't be half as bad as for
folks to go away an' tell it about that you wouldn't give a couple of
strangers nuthin' to eat."
"That's true," she admitted, leading the way into the house. "I'll fry a
couple of chickens."
"Madam," said the commanding officer, "we are much obliged, but we'll
not have time."
"Yes, you will," she insisted. "I'm not goin' to have you go down there
among all them gover'ment folks a tellin' that I didn't know how to
treat anybody in my house.
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