I ain't fit to ask you to run it fer me.

But I do!" It was the ancient story, even told direct in the open, unwhispered, even told now, at such an hour and place.

She did not answer at all, but her sobbing had ceased.

He stood still frowning, looking at her, his hat pushed back from his forehead.
"I can't say no more'n I have," he concluded.

"Years and years, Annie.
Wouldn't it settle a heap of things ?" "I got to have some sort of time to think things over, haven't I, then ?" She spoke with apparent venom, as though this were an affront that had been offered her.
"All you want," said Wid Gardner gently.