These heer socks is all the proof you
need. I don't think she wants to meet you face to face nuther. She's
goin' home in the mornin' in Sam Hambright's wagon. Lord! Peter
Slogan an' his wife never 'll know what to make uv 'er. I'd give a
purty to be thar when she comes, fer they won't know she's converted,
an' she'd be strung up by the toes ruther 'n tell 'em right out."
Mrs. Bradley stood up, and then quickly sat down again. "I thought I'd
get them socks out'n the dinner-basket, but I heer Luke a-comin'. He's
like a fish out o' water. He seed me a-takin' on with Mis' Dawson, an'
he thinks I've got a fresh dose o' religion. I didn't let 'im know no
better, an' he wus grum all the way home. He can't put up with a
Christian of the excitable sort. Hush, don't say a word; watch me
devil him, but ef you don't keep a straight face I'll bust out
laughin'. Lordy, I feel good somehow--I reckon it's beca'se yo're shet
o' that old woman's persecutions."
Just then Bradley entered and laid his hat on the bed. Westerfelt now
noticed the unsettled expression of his face and smiled as he thought
of the innocent cause of it.
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