Both laughed hilariously.
“Well, what else ’id she say?”
“I don’t believe you want to know. Do you—sure?”
“I cross my heart.”
“Well—she said it c’u’dn’t happen more’n ev’ry once ’n so often.”
“Pshaw!”
“She did.”
The young man paused abruptly. A narrow, unfrequented path led through deeper woods to the right.
“Emarine, let’s take this catecornered cut through here.”
“Oh, I’m afraid it’s longer—an’ it’s washday, you know,” said Emarine, with feeble resistance.