“You have seen whom?”
“Him.”
“But that doesn’t mean anything to me,” declared Laura, shaking her. “Who is he?”
“The feller I was tellin’ you about. That feller that give me the five dollars.”
“What?”
“Yes, Ma’am!” uttered Liz, solemnly. “He was standin’ right yonder—just at the edge of them woods. I took the cover off the stove and the fire flashed out and showed me his face—just as plain!”
“You’ve been dreaming,” said Laura, slowly.
“Git out!” ejaculated Liz, with emphasis. “I never fell asleep yet washin’ greasy dishes—no, Ma’am!”
“Well!”
“I know what it means,” Liz said, solemnly. “Yes, I do.”