You gained four days on it this time." Pratt straightened up and smiled.

"That so, Mam?
Wal, that shorely is a big gain." He took Mose aside after breakfast and solemnly said: "Wimern-folk is a heap better'n men-folks.

Now, me or you couldn't stand in wimern-folks what they put up with in men-folks.

'Pears like they air finer built, someway." After a pause he said with great earnestness: "Don't you drink red liquor, Mose; it shore makes a man no account." "Don't you worry, Cap.

I'm not drinkin' liquor of any color.".