When I next looked up they was all in the house.
"Martha--" I begins.

But she breaks in.
"Danny," she says, looking like she is going to cry, "don't l-l-look at me l-l-like that.

If you knew ALL you wouldn't blame me.

You--" "Wouldn't blame you fur what ?" I asts her.
"I know it's wrong of me," she says, begging-like.
"Mebby it is and mebby it ain't," I says.

"But what is it ?" "But you never wrote to me," she says.
"You never wrote to me," I says, not wanting her to get the best of me, whatever it was she might be talking about.
"And then HE came to town!--" "Who ?" I asts her.
"Don't you know ?" she says.