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Ghostful things ain't common in a crowd." She moved a little nearer her brother, and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Some folks can't see the witch-face at all, noways," he replied stolidly. "I hearn the coroner 'low he couldn't." Narcissa spoke with sudden asperity: "I reckon he hev got sense enough ter view a light whenst it shines inter his eyes.
An' then the durned fiddler, moved by the devil, I'll be be bound, plumb furgot ter change 'em back. So they danced haf'n the day tergether. An' arter that they war forever a-stealin' off an' accidentally meetin' at the spring, an' whenst he war a-huntin' or she drivin' up the cow, an' a-courtin' ginerally, till they war promised ter marry."
To him it was at once admirable as an object of art and a superior industrial agent. "An' I dunno why Narcissa be so set agin it," he muttered. "But for it I wouldn't hev money enough ter git a start in this world. My mother an' she couldn't live in the same house whenst we git married."
"Loralindy," he said with a turbulent impulse of rage and grief; "whenst ye promised to marry me ye an' me war agreed that we would never hev one thought hid from one another ain't that a true word!"
"The spinnin'-wheels she brung from No'th Carliny," enumerated Medora, "the loom an' the candle-moulds." "The cheers his dad made fur his mam whenst they begun housekeeping" said Jane Gilhooley's muffled voice. "The press an' the safe," Medora continued. "The pot an' the oven," chokingly responded the apron. "The churn an' the piggins!" "The skillet an' the trivet!"
"They talk ez ef it war me ez led the drinkin', an' the gamin', an' the dancing and sech, ez goes on in the Cove, 'kase whenst Lee-yander war about fryin' size I wouldn't abide ter hev him a-sawin' away on the fiddle in the house enough ter make me deef fur life.
Then kem up ter Gran'dad Kettison's whenst it is cleverly dark an' tap on the glass winder not on the batten shutter. An' I'll hev cartridges an' powder an' ball for ye' an' some victuals ready, too." But the fugitive, despite his straits, demurred. "I don't want ter git old man Kettison into trouble for lendin' ter me." "'T ain't his'n. 'T is my dad's old buckshot ca'tridges an' powder an' ball.
She evidently had not even scant knowledge of that most absorbing passion, the love of gain, and she did not value money. "Somehow whenst folks dies by accident, it 'pears ter me a mistake somehows ez ef they war choused out'n time what war laid off fur them an' their'n by right." Evidently she did not lack sensibility.
"They tell ez how the good Lord has a mighty tender care for chillern and simples," he whispered. "Whenst we was a-coming a-rampaging up the trace a hour 'r two ago, I saw the moccasin track o' that there spy, and was too dad-blame' biggity in my own consate to ax what it mought mean." "What spy?" says Dick, matching the hunter's low whisper.
Ye won't be in sech a hurry ter turn me off whenst we git back ter the mountings." "I ain't goin' back ter the mountings!" she cried; "I be a-goin' ter marry a town man ez hev got position, an' eddication, an' place." She paused, stung by the fancied incredulity in his eyes. "Why not? Ain't I good-lookin' enough?"
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