“So he wuz. I hed fergot.”
“He warned me against my temper, as you did, and he told me––all about my father.”
“I am glad he did, Dave. He wuz the one to tell you.”
“He says that every time I come to Lafferton I must come up and report to him.”
“Wal, Dave, it does beat all how folks take to you. Thar wuz Joe wanted you, and now Mart Thorne’s interested. Mebby they could do better by you than we could. Joe’s rich, and the Jedge is well fixed and almighty smart.”
“No,” replied David stoutly. “I’d rather 85 stay with you, Uncle Barnabas. There’s something you’ve got much more of than they have.”
“What’s that, Dave?” asked Barnabas curiously.
“Horse sense.”
Barnabas looked pleased.
“Wal, Dave, I callate to do my best fer you, and thar’s one thing I want you to git some horse sense about right off.”