I'm sorry they fit, but he had no business refusin' to credit Toot.
Nobody else ever did the like, and it was calculated to rile him,
especially when he was full an' loaded for bear, as folks say. How are
you and him makin' out, Harriet?"
Harriet's face had taken on a sober look, and she hesitated before
replying; finally she said:
"There is nothing between us, Hettie, and I'd rather not talk about
him."
"Oh, I'm _so_ sorry!" the other exclaimed. "He is such a good-looking
man, and so many thought you and him would come to a understanding.
They say a girl gets a mighty good whack at a man when he is laid up
flat of his back. I never have tried it, but it looks reasonable."
Then Hettie rose. "I'm goin' to stay to dinner with you all," she
said, "and I'm going out now to help yore ma. Pore woman, she looked
dead tired jest now!"
A few minutes later Mrs. Floyd came to Harriet, who was still seated in
the parlor, an expression of deep thought on her face.
"Harriet," said the old lady, wiping her damp hands on her apron,
"Hettie has gone to work washing dishes in there like a house a-fire.
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