"But haow about the baby?"
"Luelly'll take care of him. Or we kin take him over to your mammy."
"I was countin' on ridin' over with Joe Barnaby. If you go we'll have to drive the cart an' let Joe ride by hisse'f. Why do you want to go, Judy?"
"For the same reason you wanta go," she flashed angrily. "Because I'm sick o' doin' allus the same thing every day."
Jerry tried to assume an expression of male dignity and importance.
"I'm goin' fer to see haow hosses is a-sellin'," he said.
"As if you need to go fer that! You know well nuf you kin ast anybody that's bin there. An' anyway you don't need to know; you hain't a-buyin' no hosses. Why don't you tell the truth? You wanta go fer a holiday; an' I wanta go fer a holiday. So we'll both go."
"All right. Have it yer own way," said Jerry. He had the air of making a concession, and he looked disturbed and annoyed.