You'll find some calikers that belonged to maw in a box under the bed in our room." He laughed and winked at her.
"That's the one on t'other side of the settin'-room.

Yes--that's our'n!" And he winked again.
The girl, ghastly white, her great eyes staring like a sleepwalker's, rose and stood resting one hand on the back of the chair to steady her.
Jeb drew a cigar from his waistcoat pocket and lighted it.
"Usually," said he, "I take a pipe or a chaw.

But this bein' a weddin' day----" He laughed and winked again, rose, took her in his arms and kissed her.

She made a feeble gesture of thrusting him away.

Her head reeled, her stomach turned.
She got away as soon as he would release her, crossed the sitting-room and entered the tiny dingy bedroom.