Tell 'er ef she don't let Mary an' Ella
come I'll never set foot in her house agin."
"What's all this for?" asked Westerfelt.
"_You_." She slapped him familiarly on the arm. "I'm goin' to give
you a mount'in welcome. This settlement is full o' nice gals, an' you
hain't the least idee how much excitement thar's been sence the report
went out that you are gwine to live amongst us. I'm the most popular
woman in Cartwright, jest beca'se I know you. I tell you I've been
blowin' yore horn. I've talked a sight about you, an' you must do yore
best an' look yore purtiest. Oh, yore clothes is all right!" (seeing
that he was looking doubtfully at his boots and trousers). "They
hain't a dressy set over heer." Her husband was leaving the room, and
she waited till he had closed the door after him. "I want to talk to
you like a mother, John," she said, sitting down near him and holding
the bundle of broom between her knees. "The truth is, I've had a sight
o' worry over you. I often lie awake at night thinkin' about you, an'
wonderin' ef yore ma wouldn't blame me ef she wus alive fer not lookin'
atter you more.
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