“Will it?”
“You’ll see. If you hadn’t wanted me you would ’a’ stopped me long ago. You can’t say I didn’t warn you. You’ll see.”
“Will I?”
“You’ll see in three days’ time.”
Conway was coming into the parlor, her “Come” making a recitative as she sang it against the continued trill. He looked at her appealingly and stopped his ears against the shrill high notes.
“Getten ready for a contest?” he asked.
“What you want now?”
“You think too much about Albert. Too much to suit me.”
“Albert makes me think. He’ll be back tomorrow for sure.”
“He’s back today. He came back about one o’clock this evening to meet some men here from up the state. Town’s full of men from up around Fayette.”