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Truedale recognized it at once. "Just to say 'how-de'! You certainly do look scroogy." At this Truedale laughed. Nella-Rose's capacity for bringing forth his happier, merrier nature was one of her endearing charms. "You didn't come just for that, Nella-Rose!" This with stern disapproval. "Take off the scroogy face then I'll tell you why I came." "Very well!" Truedale smiled weakly. "Why?"
She looked up flushed and eager. "How-de," she said genially. "Set and have a bite." "I ain't got no time," the old woman returned pantingly. "Nella-Rose is down to my place." The warm, sunny room grew stifling to Marg. "What a-doing?" she said, half under her breath. "She's got a lil' baby." The colour faded from Marg's face, leaving it pasty and heavy. "Burke thar?"
She appeared before Calvin Merrivale, presently, like a refreshing apparition from vacancy. It was high noon and Merrivale was dozing in a chair by the rusty stove, in which a fire, prepared against the evening chill, was already burning. "How-de, Mister Merrivale?" Calvin sprang to his feet. "If it ain't lil' Nella-Rose. How'se you-all?" "Right smart.
"Mail, and truck, and rabbits!" he explained, tossing his load upon the table. Then he turned toward Truedale as if noticing him for the first time. "How-de?" he said. Finally his gaze shifted to Nella-Rose and seemed to burn into her soul. "Goin', p'r'aps, or comin'?" he questioned. "I I am going!" Fright and dismay marked the girl's voice. Truedale went toward her.
I'll watch out it's just for a minute; I'll be back by sundown; it will be only to say 'how-de?" Something argued with the girl as she ran on something quite new and uncontrolled. Heretofore no law but that of the wilds had entered into her calculations.
Surprise, then wonder, swayed Truedale. When he reached the wonder stage, thought deserted him. He simply looked and kept on wondering. Through this confusion, words presently reached him. The masquerader within was bowing and scraping comically, and in a low, musical voice said: "How-de, Mister Outlander, sir! How-de?
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