“Why, Andy?”
“Yes, please do go. I would hate to see you git into that—mix-up.”
“Now, little boy, you must not worry about me. See what a big strong girl I am, and you know what a strong man Jack is.”
“’Taint a matter of fists,” Andy declared, clenching up his brown hands, “but it’s them womens’ tongues. You don’t know what sneaks they are, and if you don’t say you will go away to-day, before they git at you, I think I had better tell your brother all about it.”
“Haven’t you told me all about it?”
“Not quite,” said Andy. “I don’t suppose a girl ought—to know everything about—scraps!”
[CHAPTER XII—THE “UNPLANNED” PLANS]
Cora was always a pretty girl, but in her corn-colored, empire gown, that morning at the breakfast table, even her own brother was forced to express openly his admiration for her.
“Whew, Cora!” he exclaimed, “but you do look like a—tea-rose in that wrapper.”
“Jack, dear, this is not a wrapper, but the very best design in empire,” and she smoothed out the fullness that lay about her.