I didn't go to make you do that." She drops her hands and whirls around on me, mad as a wet hen right off.
"I'm not! I'm not!" she sings out, and stamps her feet.

"I'm not crying!" But jest then she loses her holt on herself and busts out and jest natcherally bellers.

"I hate you!" she says, like she could of killed me.
That made me kind of dumb agin.

Fur it come to me all to oncet I liked that girl awful well.

And here I'd up and made her hate me.