"Seems to me I'd better get to a doctor.

I got to get me a dog first, and some hens." Wid Gardner took a hasty but careful inventory of his friend's appearance, his shaven face, his clean hands, his new clothing.
"How's your wife, Sim ?" he said, grinning.
"That lady, she's all right.

Left her paring spuds.

And I want to say to you, Wid, while I'm away from there, everybody else stays away too." "What, not get to see the bride?
That ain't very friendly, seems to me." "Well, what I said goes." "You're a jealous sort of bridegroom ?" said Wid, laughing openly.
The dull color of Sim's face showed the anger in his heart.

"That lady, she's there at my house," said he, "and she's going to be left alone there.