"That's the question.

Because if they ain't----" "If they are or they ain't," said Nels Jensen, "she's not no common folks like us." "A lady--huh!" "Yes, if I can tell one.

Such being so, best thing you can do, Karen, is to get some eggs together, and like enough a loaf of bread, and go over there right soon." "If they wasn't _going_ to be married," began Karen, "people in here wouldn't let that run along." "Karen," said her husband succinctly, "sometimes you women folks make me tired.

Go on and get the eggs." "Oh, all right," said his wife; and already she was reaching for her sunbonnet.

When she and her sturdy spouse had made their way by a short cut across the fields to Sim Gage's house, Karen Jensen had melted, and was no longer righteous judge, but simply neighbor.
"Where is she ?" she demanded imperiously of Wid Gardner, whom she found standing outside the door.
Wid nodded toward the interior of the half-ruined cabin.