She came forward when he placed the hand behind him, and stood close to him, determination in her manner.
"I want to see how badly you have been bitten," she said.
"Go finish washin' your dishes," he advised, with a sneer.

"That's where you belong.

Until you an' your bunch butted in with your palaver I was enjoyin' myself.

You drive me plumb weary." Betty faced him resolutely, though now there was contrition in her manner, in her voice.

She spoke firmly.
"I am sorry for what I said to you before--about Lonesome.