I started fer the house.
As I come clost, acrosst the curtains, back’ards and for’ards, back’ards and for’ards, I could see her shadda pass. But when I rapped, she pulled up; then, she opened the door.
“Honey,” I says, “can I come in?”
Her eyes was red; she’d been cryin’. But, aw! she was just as nice and sweet as she could be. “Yas, Alec, come in,” she says.
“Little gal,” I begun, “I want t’ tell you I done wrong to kick about that greaser, yas, I did. And fetchin’ you home that-a-way wasn’t right.”
“Never mind–I wanted t’ come anyhow.”
“Thank y’ fer bein’ so kind. And I ain’t never goin’ to try to run you no more.”
“I’m glad of that No gal likes t’ be bossed.”
“Just give me another chanst. Just fergive me this oncet.”
She smiled, her eyes shinin’ with tears. “I do,” she says; “Alec, I do.”