I don't want even to think about it, not to-night.

You--you don't believe what they was a sayin', Matt; you know you don't.
You mustn't ever believe such as that.

I--I never could get along without you and Aunt Mollie and Uncle Matt, nohow." The brown pony was again crowding closer to his mate.

The girl laid a hand on her companion's arm.

"Say you don't blame me for what they said, Matt.
You know I wouldn't do no such a thing even if I could.