"No."
"Laws, then he mus' be yer sweetheart!" and she chuckled with mirth.
I made no answer.
"Why don't you talk, Ann?"
"I don't feel like it."
"You don't? well, that's quare."
Still I made no comment. Nothing daunted, she went on:
"Is yer gwine down the river with the next lot?"
"I don't know;" but this time I accompanied my reply with a sigh.
"What you grunt fur?"