And she looks scared, too.
"Is Miss Buckner at home?" asts Colonel Tom,
lifting his hat very polite.
"Miss B-B-Buckner?" Martha stutters, very
scared-like, and not taking her eyes off of me to
answer him.
"Miss Hampton, Martha," I says.
"Y-y-y-es, s-sh-she is," says Martha. I wondered
what was the matter with her.
It is always my luck to get left all alone with my
troubles. The doctor and the colonel, they walked
right past us when she said yes, and up toward the
house, and left her and me standing there. I
could of went along and butted in, mebby. But I
says to myself I will have the derned thing out here
and now, and know the worst. And I was so
interested in my trouble and Martha that I didn't
even notice if Miss Lucy met 'em at the door, and
if so, how she acted. When I next looked up they
was all in the house.
"Martha--" I begins. But she breaks in.
"Danny," she says, looking like she is going to
cry, "don't l-l-look at me l-l-like that. If you
knew ALL you wouldn't blame me. You--"
"Wouldn't blame you fur what?" I asts her.
"I know it's wrong of me," she says, begging-like.
"Mebby it is and mebby it ain't," I says. "But
what is it?"
"But you never wrote to me," she says.
"You never wrote to me," I says, not wanting
her to get the best of me, whatever it was she might
be talking about.
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