I remember that the other day, when we passed the shanty of that Pike County family on the slope, there were three women at the door, and one of them said something that made poor little Kearney turn white and pink alternately, and dance with suppressed rage.

I suppose the old lady--M'Corkle, that's her name--would like to have a share of our cavaliers for her Euphemy and Mamie.

I dare say it's only right; I would lend them the cherub occasionally, and you might let them have Mr.Munroe twice a week." She laughed, but her eyes sought her sister's with a certain watchfulness of expression.
Christie shrugged her shoulders, with a suggestion of disgust.
"Don't joke.

We ought to have thought of all this before." "But when we first knew them, in the dear old cabin, there wasn't any other woman and nobody to gossip, and that's what made it so nice.

I don't think so very much of civilization, do you ?" said the young lady pertly.
Christie did not reply.