“'Ashamed! I ain't ashamed.'
“'You hear that, sister? NOW I hope you're convinced.'
“''Twa'n't nothin' but lemonade I was drinkin',' I hollers, pretty nigh crazy. 'She asked me to stop and have a glass 'cause 'twas so hot. And as for callin' on her, I wa'n't. I was just passin' by, and she sings out what a dreadful night 'twas, and I said 'twas, too, and she says won't I have somethin' cold to drink. That's all there was to it.'
“Afore Emeline could answer, Bennie comes back at me again.
“'Perhaps you'll tell us this was the first time you have visited her,' he purrs.
“Well, that was a sockdolager, 'cause twa'n't the first time. I don't know how many times 'twas. I never kept no account of 'em. Too glad to get away from her everlastin' tongue-clackin'. But when 'twas put right up to me this way, I—I declare I was all fussed up. I felt sick and I guess I looked so. Emeline was lookin' at me and seemin'ly waitin' for me to say somethin'; yet I couldn't say it. And Bennie D. laughed, quiet but wicked.
“That laugh fixed me. I swung round and lit into him.
“'You mind your own business,' I roars. 'Ain't you ashamed, makin' trouble with a man's wife in his own house?'
“'I was under the impression the house belonged to my sister-in-law,' he says. And again I was knocked off my pins.
“'You great big loafer!' I yelled at him; 'settin' here doin' nothin' but raisin' the divil generally! I—I—'