Well, with all the talking back and forth we done
about them ghosts we couldn't agree. That after-
noon it seemed like we couldn't agree about any-
thing. I knowed we would be going away from
there before long, and I says to myself before I
go I'm going to have that girl fur my girl, or else
know the reason why. No matter what I was
talking about, that idea was in the back of my
head, and somehow it kind of made me want to
pick fusses with her, too. We was setting on a
log, purty deep into the woods, and there come a
time when neither of us had said nothing fur quite
a spell. But after a while I says:
"Martha, we'll be going away from here in two,
three days now."
She never said nothing.
"Will you be sorry?" I asts her.
She says she will be sorry.
"Well," I says, "WHY will you be sorry?"
I thought she would say because _I_ was going.
And then I would be finding out whether she liked
me a lot. But she says the reason she will be sorry
is because there will be no one new to talk to about
things both has read. I was considerable took
down when she said that.
"Martha," I says, "it's more'n likely I won't
never see you agin after I go away."
She says that kind of parting comes between the
best of friends.
I seen I wasn't getting along very fast, nor
saying what I wanted to say.
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