"Don't you want it?"
"Want it!" he exclaimed, eagerly. "Shore I want it. But not for what you said."
"Will you wear it because we're friends?"
"Now yo're talking!"
She looked up and laughed, her cheeks dimpling, and then pinned it to his shirt, while he held his breath lest the inflation of his lungs bother her. It was nice to have a flower pinned on one's shirt by a pretty girl.
"There," she laughed, stepping back to look at it.
"Gosh!" he complained, ruefully. "You've pinned it up so high I can't see it. Why not put it lower down?"
She changed it while he grinned at how his scheming had born fruit. He was a hog, he knew that, but he did not care.
"Oh, I reckon I'm all right!" he exulted. "Shore you don't see no more you want?"
"Yes; an' I must go now," she replied, going towards her horse. "I'll be late with th' dinner if I don't hurry."