"
"I didn't!" she says. But she was mad because
she knowed she HAD spoke to me first, and she was
awful sorry she had.
"I thought I hearn you holler," I says, "but
I guess it must of been a squirrel." I said it kind
o' sarcastic like, fur I was still mad with myself
fur being so dumb when we first seen each other.
I hadn't no idea it would hurt her feelings as hard
as it did. But all of a sudden she begins to wink,
and her chin trembled, and she turned around short,
and started to walk off slow. She was mad with
herself fur being ketched in a lie, and she was
wondering what I would think of her fur being
so bold as to of spoke first to a feller she didn't
know.
I got up and follered her a little piece. And it
come to me all to oncet I had teased her too hard,
and I was down on myself fur it.
"Say," I says, kind of tagging along beside of
her, "here's your old book."
But she didn't make no move to take it, and her
hands was over her face, and she wouldn't pull
'em down to even look at it.
So I tried agin.
"Well," I says, feeling real mean, "I wisht you
wouldn't cry. I didn't go to make you do that."
She drops her hands and whirls around on me,
mad as a wet hen right off.
"I'm not! I'm not!" she sings out, and stamps
her feet. "I'm not crying!" But jest then she
loses her holt on herself and busts out and jest
natcherally bellers.
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