“Yes—I’ve been going most of two nights.”
“Reckon so; kinder red your eyes is. Live in Charleston, do ye?”
“No, I live in New York.”
“New York—that’s a good ways, yet, ain’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Reckon yer arter a chicken, up here.”
“No.”
“Ah, ha—reckon ye are.”
The young woman laughed, lifted her shoulder, and looked out of the window.
“Reckon ye’ll get somebody’s chicken.”