“No, Jem, no.”
“Well, I don’t mean as your uncle will be kissin’ of you, of course; but he’ll be sorry too, and a-shaking of your hand.”
Don shook his head.
“There, don’t get wagging your head like a Chinee figger, my lad. Take it like a man.”
“It seems that the only thing for me to do, Jem, is to tie up a bundle and take a stick, and go and try my luck somewhere else.”
“And you free and independent! Why, what would you say if you was me, tied up and married, and allus getting into trouble at home.”
“Not such trouble as this, Jem.”
“Not such trouble as this, my lad? Worser ever so much, for you don’t deserve it, and I do, leastwise, my Sally says I do, and I suppose I do for being such a fool as to marry her.”
“You ought to be ashamed to talk like that, Jem.”
“So ought you, Mas’ Don. I’ve often felt as if I should like to do as you say and run right off, but I don’t do it.”