But the way she was always taking on over them was calkelated to make me see I wasn't knee-high to a duck in Martha's mind when one of them nights popped into her head.

When I run 'em down that-a-way, she says to the blind all things is blind, and if I had any chivalry into me myself I'd of seen they wasn't jest dern fools, but noble, and seen it easy.

And she sighed, like she'd looked fur better things from me.

When I hearn her do that I felt sorry I hadn't come up to her expectances.

So I says: "Martha, it's no use pertending I could stay in one of them jails and keep happy at it.