As David had conjectured, she was interested at last, and sat leaning forward with her hands clasped in her lap.
"Well," she exclaimed, "ain't ye goin' on?
What did he say to ye ?" "Cert'nly, cert'nly," responded David, "I'll tell ye near 's I c'n remember, an' I c'n remember putty near.

As I told ye, I felt a twitch at my hair, an' he said, 'What be you thinkin' about, sonny ?' I looked up at him, an' looked away quick.

'I dunno,' I says, diggin' my big toe into the dust; an' then, I dunno how I got the spunk to, for I was shyer 'n a rat, 'Guess I was thinkin' 'bout mendin' that fence up in the ten-acre lot's much's anythin',' I says.
"'Ain't you goin' to the cirkis ?' he says.
"'I hain't got no money to go to cirkises,' I says, rubbin' the dusty toes o' one foot over t' other, 'nor nothin' else,' I says.
"'Wa'al,' he says, 'why don't you crawl under the canvas ?' "That kind o' riled me, shy 's I was.

'I don't crawl under no canvases,' I says.

'If I can't go in same 's other folks, I'll stay out,' I says, lookin' square at him fer the fust time.