"You tell Mother Hart you lied.

I hear she's been telling you I'm drunk, Mother Hart--didn't you, you old beldam?
You say you heap sorry you all time tellum lie.

You say: 'Good Injun, him all time heap bueno.' Say: 'Good Injun no drunk, no heap shoot, no heap yell--all time bueno.' Quick, or I'll land you headforemost in that pond, you infernal old hag!" "Good Injun hee-eeap kay bueno! Heap debbil all time." Hagar might be short of breath, but her spirit was unconquered, and her under lip bore witness to her stubbornness.
Phoebe caught him by the arm then, thinking he meant to make good his threat--and it would not have been unlike Grant Imsen to do so.
"Now, Grant, you let her go," she coaxed.

"I know you aren't drunk--of course, I knew it all the time.

I told Hagar so.