"So she comes of fighting stock," said the judge. "Do you consider her incorrigible?"
"Sir?"
"Do you think her stepmother is able to control her?"
Uncle Jed looked a trifle embarrassed.
"Well, Mrs. Snawdor ain't whut you might say regular in her method. Sometimes she's kinder rough on Nance, and then again she's a heap sight too easy."
"That's a God's truth!" Mrs. Snawdor agreed fervently from the rear.
"Then you do not consider it altogether the child's fault?"
"No, sir, I can't say as I do. She jes' gits the signals mixed sometimes, that's all."
The judge smiled.
"So you think if she understood the signals, she'd follow them?"