"I'll show her if I do! I winna touch them!" To prove that he would not, Dannie caught them up in a wad, and threw them into a corner.

That showed a clean sheet, fresh pillow, and new covers, invitingly spread back.

Dannie turned as white as the pillow at which he stared.
"That's a damn plain insinuation that I'm to get into ye," he said to the bed, "and go on living here.

I dinna know as that child's jabber counts.

For all I know, Mary may already have picked out some town dude to bring here and farm out on me, and they'll live with the bird cage, and I can go on climbin' into ye alone." Here was a new thought.