One did fly over our haids.

I didn't git to see much of it.

My fool hawse, he started in pitchin' right away, soon as he seen it." Mary V paused, meditating upon the significance of his words, his tone, his profile.

That there was no particular significance did not in the least affect her deliberate intention.
"I wonder who it could have been!" she said, stealing a glance from under her lashes.
"Hunh?
Who?
The flyin' machine?
Search me!" This time his tone was surely significant.

It signified, more than anything else, that the mind of Tex was busy with other matters.