Dorinda was setting the table for supper.

She looked at me as I came in.
"Been visitin', I hear," she observed, wiping an imaginary speck from the corner of a plate with her "afternoon" apron.
"Yes," said I.
"Um-hm," said Dorinda.

"Have a good time ?" I smiled.

"I had an interesting one," I told her.
"Um-hm, I judged so, from what Lute said." "Where is Lute ?" "Out in the barn, beddin' down the horse.

That is, I told him to do that, but his head was so full of you and what you told him you said to Mr.Colton that I shouldn't be surprised if he's bedded down the hens and was huntin' in the manger for eggs." "Lute thinks I've gone crazy," I observed.
"Um-hm.