"Peggy and I didn't make any mistakes--and don't you.

Now this young son of Parker Willits's"-- here his wrinkled face tightened up into a pucker as if he had just bitten into an unripe persimmon--"good enough young man, may be; goin' to be something great, I reckon--in Mr.Taney's office, I hear, or will be next winter.

I 'spect he'll keep out of jail--most Willitses do--but keep an eye on him and watch him, and watch yo'self too.

That's more important still.

The cemetery is a long ways off when you marry the wrong man, child.