“Oh, they were too anxious to get home. They have been traveling night and day.”
“Iry might hev come anyhow,” said Bud. “He inside?”
“Yes, they are eating. They are mighty hungry after their long ride.”
Bud strode into the house, while Hannah Maria occupied herself with Alison. “Ain’t it excitin’?” she said. “I declar’, it’s as good as goin’ to a play. What you reckon is goin’ to happen if Ira’s number don’t drawr?”
“He says he’ll carry Lou off rather than let Pike Smith have her.”
“Law, did you ever? Ain’t thet interestin’? You reckon he will? I wouldn’t blame him.”
“Well, he’s bound to do something or lose her.”
“So he is. Did he say he got the ha’r she sent?”
“No, but I think he did, for they have been coming just as hard as they could make it, and look worn out.”
“Too bad they’ve got to start right off agin, but then, bein’ soldiers I reckon they won’t mind it like we would. The Van Dorns ain’t a-comin’, at least the wimmin folks ain’t. Old Mis’ Van Dorn says she thinks it’s sinful to raffle off a human bein’.”