"No; do you see that man yonder with a light hat on?"
"Yes."
"Well, he winked at me, and I was never so insulted in my life."
And she burst again into tears.
"Don't grieve over that," I said; "I wouldn't look at him."
"But I never was so insulted. I'm so glad my brother ain't here; I tell you there'd be trouble."
"Never mind; don't notice him."
"Won't you stand by me?"
"Yes; I'll stand here," I answered. And she soon became calm, when I thought it safe to leave. But a few moments later I saw her weeping as hard as ever. I went across the cabin to her relief the third time and inquired, "What is the trouble now?"
"He winked at me again, and I never, never was so insulted. I know if my brother was here he'd shoot him, for he'd never stand this."