Then I seen she was.

But Jane and Henry didn't.

They was all took up with each other in the middle of the room, with their backs to it.
Henry is a-begging of Jane, and she turns a little more, that chair does.

Will she squeak, I wonders?
"Don't you be a fool, Jane," says the Henry feller.
Around she comes three hull inches, that there chair, and nary a squeak.
"A fool ?" asts Jane, and laughs.

"And I'm not a fool to think of going with you at all, then ?" That chair, she moved six inches more and I seen the calf of a leg and part of a crumpled-up coat tail.
"But I AM going with you, Henry," says Jane.