" She sat down and with a palm-leaf fanned herself. "It's a plum
outrage," she said. "An' what's the matter with you, Miz Barker? Ain't
lost a cow, have you? Why, yo' face looks like a old rock atter a heavy
dew."
Mrs. Barker--they were not sisters now--wiped away her yellowish tears.
"I have the right to cry if I feel like it," she replied. "I was a
thinkin' of he."
"A thinkin' of the cat's foot," the old "heroic" snapped. "You mean that
journeyman hatter that you've talked about so much? He was drunk half
the time an' wan't worth the attention it would take to shove him into
the river. Conscience alive, you have shed enough tears over him to
drown him. Now quit it an' let's talk business. They've got our folks in
jail an' they air goin' to keep 'em there the Lord knows how long. An'
if the law didn't have some little jestice on its side I'd take an axe
an' go down there an' break down that jail door. But you know that
Jasper _has_ laid himse'f liable an' so has my boy, for knowin' of the
fact--an' so have we all, for that matter.
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