"Even the maidservant within your gates?" ast he of me.
"Shore!" says I. "Her especial and worst of any."
"But you don't take no hand in this war?" says he.
"That's just what I do," says I to him. "That's what a foreman's for. You'd better plug up that hole and stay on your own side of the fence."
He set quiet for a time and then he says:
"I'm darned if I do!"
"Good-by, Jimmie," says I.
"Oh, shucks!" says he. "I'll see you from time to time."
I didn't make no answer but to put the bricks back in the hole on our side.
Now for reasons of my own, not wanting to rile Old Man Wright, I didn't say nothing to him about this hole in the fence. Neither did I say anything to Bonnie Bell about the hired man having came back; because she was doing right well the last day or so, brighter and more cheerful than she had been. That, of course, was because of what Katherine'd told her about her brother Tom. Any girl likes to hear about a young man coming around, of course. Far as any of us could tell, Tom Kimberly might be all right.