So I was kind of mad with myself, and I says, mean-like: "If you don't care, of course, I don't care, neither." She never answered that, so I gets up and makes like I am starting off.
"I was going to give you some of them there Injun feathers of mine to remember me by," I tells her, "but if you don't want 'em, there's plenty of others would be glad to take 'em." But she says she would like to have them.
"Well," I says, "I will bring them to you tomorrow afternoon." She says, "Thank you." Finally I couldn't stand it no longer.

I got brave all of a sudden, and busted out: "Martha, I--I--I--" But I got to stuttering, and my braveness stuttered itself away.

And I finishes up by saying: "I like you a hull lot, Martha." Which wasn't jest exactly what I had planned fur to say.
Martha, she says she kind of likes me, too.
"Martha," I says, "I like you more'n any girl I ever run acrost before." She says, "Thank you," agin.

The way she said it riled me up.

She said it like she didn't know what I meant, nor what I was trying to get out of me.