"Why, yo' seemed SO quiet, I reckoned yo' must be full of business this morning; but if yo' prefer company talk, we'll change the subject.

They say that yo' and Miss Reed didn't have much trouble to find one last Sunday.

She don't usually talk much, but she keeps up a power of thinking.

I should reckon," she added, suddenly eying him critically, "that yo' and she might have a heap o' things to say to each other.

She's a good deal in yo' fashion, co'nnle, she don't forget, but"-- more slowly--"I don't know that THAT'S altogether the best thing for YO'!" Courtland lifted his eyes with affected consternation.