"Yes, she's here, asleep in the back of the wagon."
Then Leff's voice, surprised:
"Asleep? Why, it ain't an hour since we started."
"Well, can't she go to sleep in the morning if she wants? Don't you go to sleep every Sunday under the wagon?"
"Yes, but that's afternoon."
"Mebbe, but everybody's not as slow as you at getting at what they want."
This appeared to put Susan's retirement in a light that gave rise to pondering. There was a pause, then came the young man's heavy footsteps slouching back to his wagon. Daddy John settled down on the seat.
"I'm almighty glad it weren't him, Missy," he said, over his shoulder. "I'd 'a' known then why you cried."