I looked up.
Lute Rogers was staring in at me, open-mouthed and horror-stricken.
"Hello, Lute!" I said.
Lute swallowed hard.
"They told me 'twas so," he stammered.

"They said so and--and I laughed at 'em.

Ros, you ain't, be you ?" "What ?" "Goin' to stay in there and--and take Henry's job ?" "Yes." "You be! And you never said nothin' to nobody?
To Dorinda?
Or even Comfort ?" "No; not yet." "Nor to me.

To ME, by time! You let them fellers at the store make a fool of me--" "No one could do that, Lute.

I have told you so often." "And you let them know it afore I did.