I seen I wasn't getting along very fast, nor saying what I wanted to say. I reckon one of them Sir Marmeluke fellers would of knowed what to say. Or Doctor Kirby would. Or mebby even Looey would of said it better than I could. So I was kind of mad with myself, and I says, mean-like:
"If you don't care, of course, I don't care, neither."
She never answered that, so I gets up and makes like I am starting off.
"I was going to give you some of them there Injun feathers of mine to remember me by," I tells her, "but if you don't want 'em, there's plenty of others would be glad to take 'em."
But she says she would like to have them.
"Well," I says, "I will bring them to you tomorrow afternoon."
She says, "Thank you."
Finally I couldn't stand it no longer. I got brave all of a sudden, and busted out: "Martha, I—I—I—"
But I got to stuttering, and my braveness stuttered itself away. And I finishes up by saying:
"I like you a hull lot, Martha." Which wasn't jest exactly what I had planned fur to say.