"I won't tell you what he said, Curly," she flared up at me now. "I only say he did the best he could. He asked for his chance—that's all."
"His chance! The hired man of the worst enemy we got! His chance! His chance! What chance has he give you? How fair is he playing the game where all your happiness is up? Oh, Bonnie, shore you don't care for him?" says I. "Now do you?"
She didn't say a word and I turned toward the door.
"Where you going, Curly?" says she, coming after me.
"I'm going downtown," I says to her.
"Why?"
"To see your pa," says I. "I got to tell him all about this, and do it now."
She made a quick run at me then, and her arms come around my neck again.
"Oh, Curly! Curly!" she says; and she was crying now. "Oh, what have I done? It'll kill dad if anything of this gets out—I couldn't stand it. I can't stand to think of it, Curly. I can't! I can't!"
"Why can't you, Bonnie?" says I.