9/18 I s'pose mebbe she don't like my going' arter that air Frenchman's gal. But I didn't mean no 'fense, you know--ten thousand in yaller gold's a nice thing to a feller like me what's been raised rich, and's kinder used to havin' and not much used to gittin'. I wouldn't want her to take no 'fense, you know. 'Ta'n't like's ef I'd a-loved the red-skin Catholic. |