I'll take ye there." I got into the buggy, and he struck his horse with the whip and went galloping away in the dusk.
"I reckon you're tryin' to git away from that old pup of an aunt," said he.

"I don't wonder.

I rather live with a she bear." I have omitted and shall omit the oaths and curses with which his talk was flavored.
"I'm gittin' out o' this country myself," said he.

"It's too pious for me." By and by we passed Rovin' Kate.

I could just discern her ragged form by the roadside and called to her.