He shrugged. "What's the diff?" he said carelessly.
Rina dared to let her arm creep around his shoulders. "But bam-bye you ver' glad you marry me," she whispered. "For I mak' me ver' nice! I white woman now. I go no more to the breeds. I spik only Engliss now; we will sit in chairs and eat pretty with knives and forks; and always say good morning and good night, lak white people. 'Erbe't, you will teach me all the ways of white people, lak they do outside? I want so bad to be ver' nice, jus' lak white woman!"
"Sure!" said Mabyn vaguely.
Rina was silent for a while. "'Erbe't," she said at last, "you never tell me about your folks; about your house where you live outside. Please tell me."
He muttered, and writhed uncomfortably on the bench. "What's the use of bringing that up?" he said at last. "You wouldn't understand if I tried to tell you."
"Loving makes me onderstan' moch," she softly pleaded.
He was silent.
"Have you any sisters outside, 'Erbe't?" she gently persisted.
"No," he said.
"Your mot'er, she is not dead?"