"You never see such a young-one for dodgin' the truth.

Why, one time he told his grandmother, Asa's ma, I mean, that--" "What did he say about the letter ?" "Said 'twas for you.

And the chauffeur said Mr.Colton told him to mail it right off.

'Twan't for you, was it, Ros ?" "Yes." "It WAS! Well, by time! What did a man like Mr.Colton write to you about ?" Among his other lackings Lute was conspicuously short of tact.

This was no time for him to ask me such a question, especially to emphasize the "you." "Why shouldn't he write to me ?" I asked, tartly.
"But--but HIM--writin' to YOU!" "Humph! Even a god stoops once in a while.