"Huh!" says I. "Huh! Is that so? You don't know your pa none," says I.
"What do you mean, Curly?" says she, sharp.
"He ain't going to be boarding you all your life, kid," says I. "He can't noways afford it."
"I reckon dad isn't worried much," says she.
"Are you so shore, kid?" says I to her. "Now look here: I'm, say, half your pa. I haven't said a word to you about certain things. What's more, I haven't said a word to your pa about them neither."
"I know it, Curly," says she, looking at me sudden. "I love you for it. You're one grand man, Curly!"
"I'm one worried man," says I. "I've gone back on my job with your pa."
"Do you feel that way, Curly?" says she, and she looked scared. "And is that my fault?"
"I shore do and it shore is," says I.
"But you haven't said a word."