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We'll hev to. We've ast for an escort o' Gover'ment troops, but I guess Sufferin' Creek ain't on the map. The Gover'ment don't guess they've any call to worry." "Then what you goin' to do?" inquired Longley, profoundly interested. "Can't say. The stage'll hev to take its chances." "An' when " began Longley. But his comrade cut him short.
"That was just a lucky chance. She's got some interests here; stocks an' things, belongin' to the es-tate. She dunno, herself, how valuable they are, but me comin' right from Texas an' bein' in oil an' all, she ast me to he'p her out. So I got her to come. All that had kep' her back was the expense. Mind you" Buddy's tone became one of deeper admiration "she ain't blue, or anything. No sir-ee!
If you ast Mr. Harden he'll tell you, I dessay." Patton allowed himself an inward chuckle. Even Mrs. Jellison, he thought, must admit that he knew a thing or two as to the best way of dealing with the gentry. But Marcella fixed him with her bright frank eyes. "I had rather ask in the village," she said. "If you don't know how it is now, Mr. Patton, tell me how it used to be when you were young.
"First, he takes a bite off a yaller banana and then off a red banana, and then a mouthful of peanuts; and then maybe some mixed candies not sayin' a word to nobody, but jest natchelly eatin' his fool head off. A young chap that's clerkin' in Bagby's grocery, next door, steps up to him and speaks to him, meanin', I suppose, to ast him is it true he's wealthy.
And ast for law, why he that has a got the longest head will have a most on't for money: and he that has a got the longest purse will behappen not to be the first to cry peccavi. Whereof if a man do don his hat on his head, an a see good cause, why not? For I do a warrant a will see good cause, an a do doff it under his arm. Whereby every why has a wherefore.
"Judge, you ain't never ast me no questions about the way I've been carryin' on sence I come into this here money; but I reckin mebbe this is ez good a time ez any to tell you jest why I've been actin' the way I've done. You see, suh " "Hold on!" broke in Judge Priest.
His mood was too stormy even though he was doing his best now to subdue himself. "It's too bad, daughter," he resumed quietly, once he was satisfied that she was going to have little, if anything, to say. "I'm lettin' my anger get the best of me. It wasn't that I intended talkin' to ye about when I ast ye to come in. It's somethin' else I have on me mind.
And Uncle David could come here, and live with them. He wouldn't want to stay there without me, or no one." "It wouldn't do, Joey dear." "No," the boy assented. "You can go and tell Benny I said you might go, if his father will have you." "Oh, he will; he said so; Benny's ast him! And he said he'd take good care of us both." "I'm not afraid. You know how to take care of yourself. And, Joey "
"Snailin'," said Mr. Fletcher gloomily; exhibited his snail. "Snail elsewhere. Do not snail where I am." "I snails where there's snails." "Cease snailing. You must have been there hours." "What if I have? This garden's fair planted with snails." "Snail oftener. Depart." Mr. Fletcher moved a few steps; then turned. "I should like to ast if this is to be part of my regular job.
"Do you mean they're all that way, Curly?" "The whole kit of 'em, me included," says I, "and the servants within our gate, and our ox, and our hired girl, and all our hired men." "Even the maidservant within your gates?" ast he of me. "Shore!" says I. "Her especial and worst of any." "But you don't take no hand in this war?" says he. "That's just what I do," says I to him.
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