Halfway across the floor she stopped, her hand at her throat.
"I know this here is right funny," said Tom Osby, misunderstanding, "for me to do this-a-way.

It's right embarrassin' for a lady like you to try to oblige a feller like me.

But, ma'am, all I can say is, all the boys'll be mightily obliged to you." She flashed upon him a smile which had tears in it.

Tom Osby grew more confident, more bold.
"Ma'am," said he, clearing his throat, "I want you to forgive me; but I reckon how, when you great people sing different things, you-all sort of dress up, different like, at different times, accordin' to the things you are singin' right then.

Ain't that so ?" "We have many costumes," said she, simply.