On the way I jest dragged it from him that he'd sent her away his fool self, because she didn't sense what he meant by love, and she wa'ant beholden to him same degree and manner he was to her.

Great day, Doc! Did you ever hear a piece of foolishness to come up with that?
I told him to ast you! I told him you'd tell him that no clean, sweet-minded girl ever had known nor ever would know what love means to a man 'til he marries her and teaches her.

Ain't it so, Doc ?" "It certainly is." "Then will you grind it into him, clean to the marrer, and will you send these letters on to Ruthie ?" "Most certainly I will," said the doctor emphatically.

Granny opened the door and walked out.
"I'm so relieved, David," she said.

"He thinks they won't be no manner o' need to knife me.