"I don't blame him. If I lived near, I might try to bother Wade somewhat."
She glanced at him swiftly. It was now duskish, but he was so near that he could see her eyes through the twilight.
"I dunno what you-uns means," she said, slowly, her voice falling. "Wade would be powerful bad to bother. He's ugly sometimes, an' he's jellus o' me."
"Then Wade is paying attention to you?"
"Wal, he's tryin' ter, but I don't jes' snuggle ter him ther way I might ef I liked him right. Thar's something about him, ez I don't edzac'ly like."
"That makes it rather one-sided, and makes me think all the more that I should try to bother him if I lived near. Do you know, Miss Kenyon, that you are an exceptionally pretty girl?"
"Go 'long! You can't stuff me! Why, I've got red hair!"
"Hair that would make you the envy of a society belle. It is the handsomest hair I ever saw."
"Now you're makin' fun o' me, an' I don't like that."
She drew away as if offended, and he leaned toward her, eager to convince her of his sincerity.