But she was mad because she knowed she HAD spoke to me first, and she was awful sorry she had.
"I thought I hearn you holler," I says, "but I guess it must of been a squirrel." I said it kind o' sarcastic like, fur I was still mad with myself fur being so dumb when we first seen each other.

I hadn't no idea it would hurt her feelings as hard as it did.

But all of a sudden she begins to wink, and her chin trembled, and she turned around short, and started to walk off slow.

She was mad with herself fur being ketched in a lie, and she was wondering what I would think of her fur being so bold as to of spoke first to a feller she didn't know.
I got up and follered her a little piece.

And it come to me all to oncet I had teased her too hard, and I was down on myself fur it.
"Say," I says, kind of tagging along beside of her, "here's your old book." But she didn't make no move to take it, and her hands was over her face, and she wouldn't pull 'em down to even look at it.
So I tried agin.
"Well," I says, feeling real mean, "I wisht you wouldn't cry.