“I say, starving to death makes you think about eating. When are your people coming over again to supper?”
“I don’t know,” said Scarlett, with an uneasy sensation.
“What’s the matter, Scar?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure. I think your father and mine have fallen out again.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Something I heard my mother saying to him.”
“Well, they’ll soon be friends again, I dare say.”
“I hope so. But, Fred, how everybody seems to be talking now about the troubles in the east.”
“Well, let them,” laughed Fred. “We don’t want any of their troubles in the west. What do you say to an afternoon’s nutting?”
“The nuts are not half ripe.”