"Just you four. Euonymus, a bit ago I noticed on your sister's ankles some white mud."
"Yass'm." Another gleam of alarm and then a fine, awesome courage. Robelia stared in panic.
"The nearest white mud--marl--in the State, Robelia, is forty miles south of here."
"Is d'--dat so, mist'ess?"
"Yes, and so you also are travellers, Euonymus."
"Trav'--y'--yass'm, I--I reckon you mought call us trav'luz, in a manneh, yass'm."
"Well, my next town is thirty miles north of----"
"Nawth!" Euonymus broke in, thinking furiously.
"Now, if instead of hiring just your sister and her daddy I should----"
"Yass'm!"