"
"Now, honey, you on de right track, sho! Des you wait en lis'n. Mo'
folks dan Marse Scoville wanter talk wid you on dis mar'age
question. You on'y lil chile yit. Des you keep yosef deserved-like
en say yo' mouf ain' waterin' few enybody. Marse Scoville berry nice
gem'lin, but he yere to-day en like anuff a orful way yander
termorrer--"
"No matter where he is, Aun' Jinkey, he will carry the love I could
give to a kind brother if I had one. He knows I can do no more and
he does not ask more."
"Yes, he does, honey; he ax hit in de bes way ter git hit fum you.
He ain' de fool ter grab at hit, but he tek hit all de same."
"Well," she answered judicially, "I don't see how a girl can help it
if a man thinks more of her than she of him, but it does make all
the difference in the world whether a man tries to grab, as you say,
or waits respectfully for what should be a free gift, to be worth
anything. How strange it seems to be talking quietly of such things!
Think of what has happened, what might have happened, and what may
take place before night!"
"Well, honey, hit's a good ting ter stop tinkin' or ter tink slow
sometimes.
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