Loves her shadder in the lookin'-glass, maybe, and kinder loves Norman bekase he's got so much of her devil into him.

It's like lovin' like, I reckon.

But I 'low they's a right smart difference with Jule.

Sence she was born, that Norman has took more delight in tormentin' Jule than a yaller dog with a white tail does in worryin' a brindle tom-cat up a peach-tree.

And comin' home at this junction he'll gin her a all-fired lot of trials and tribulation." At the time this conversation took place, two weeks had elapsed since Mrs.Anderson's "attack." Julia had heard nothing from August yet.