Maybe so, maybe not so; how I tell yet for true?
I tink de best ting be I not say eet, but just tink 'bout eet; just keep eet in mine own heart till some odder time ven I sure know.

Vas eet not so ?" Brown set his teeth half savagely, the little witch tantalizing him with the swiftness of her speech, the coy archness of her manner.

To his slower mentality she was like a humming-bird darting about from flower to flower, yet ever evading him.
"M-maybe yer think I ain't in e-e-earnest ?" he persisted, doggedly.
"M-maybe yer imagine I d-did n't m-m-mean what I s-said when I asked yer ter m-marry me ?" She glanced up quickly into his serious eyes, half shrinking away as if she suddenly comprehended the dumb, patient strength of the man, his rugged, changeless resolution.

There was a bit of falter in the quick response, yet this was lost to him.
"No, senor, I no make fun.

I no dat kind.