"No—not yet."
"Don't, Curly!" says she, right quick. "Don't—oh, please don't!"
She puts her hand on my arm then and looks into my eyes.
She had me buffaloed right there. I couldn't get her hand off'n my arm. I couldn't help patting it when it laid there.
"Aw, shucks!" says I to her. "Come now!"
Right then our William he come in at the door, and stood there and coughed like he done when he had anything on his mind.
"Ahum!" says he, sad like.
"What is it, William?" says Bonnie Bell, looking round at him.
"Beg pardon, ma'am, but might Hi speak with Mr. Wilson for a moment?"
You see, he called me Mr. Wilson, that being my last name. It was in the Bible, or else I probably would of forgot it.