Finally I spoke, and she seemed surprised, as if she had forgotten I was there.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," said I."I won't tell on you just because you think you want me to.

What would happen if everything in the lives of us folks out here was to be told, especially as it would be told in Dick McGill's paper?
But if you ever find out for sure that he is going to--going to--to shelve you, why, come to me, and I'll go to him.

I think he would be a skunk to--to shelve you.

And I don't see that--that--that he--was any more fairce to hug and kiss than--than some others.

Than you!" "Or you," said she, sort of snickering through her tears.
"I hated it!" I said.
"So did I," said she.
"Maybe Doc did, too," I suggested.
"No," she replied, after a while.