But, of course, they wasn't. Fur
some reason I felt glad they wasn't.
"Now," I says to them two, as we got off the
train, "foller me and I will show you the house."
Everybody rubbers at strangers in a country
town, and wonders why they have come, and what
they is selling, and if they are mebby going to start
a new grain elevator, or buy land, or what. The
usual ones around the depot rubbered at us, and I
hearn one geezer say to another:
"See that big feller there? He was through here
a year or two ago selling patent medicine."
"You don't say so!" says the other one, like it
was something important, like a president or a circus
had come, and his eyes a-bugging out. And the
doctor hearn them, too. Fur some reason or other
he flushed up and cut a look out of the corner of his
eye at Colonel Tom.
We went right through the main street and out
toward the edge of town, by the crick, where Miss
Lucy's house was. And, if anything, all of us feel-
ing nervouser yet. And saying nothing and not
looking at each other. And Colonel Tom rolling
cigarettes and fumbling fur matches and lighting
them and slinging them away. Fur how does any-
body know how women is going to take even the
most ordinary little things?
I knowed the way well enough, and where the
house was, but as we went around the turn in the
road I run acrost a surprised feeling.
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