Des a leetle furder down an' dere wouldn't 'a' been none o' dis yere foolishness.

Pity Marse Harry hadn't practised some mo'.

Ef he had ter do it ag'in I reckon he'd pink him so he neber be cavortin' 'roun' like he is now." Willits's sudden appearance filled St.George with ill-concealed anxiety.

He did not believe in this parade of invalidism, nor did he like Kate's encouraging smile when she met him--and there was no question that she did smile--and, more portentous still, that she enjoyed it.

Other things, too, she grew to enjoy, especially the long rides in the woods and over to the broad water.