“You spoke of Mr. Belknap. Did he inquire your name?”
“No, sir,” was the reply.
“Did anybody inquire your name down to the depot?”
“No, sir.”
“Has Beck asked it?”
“No, sir, but I think I told her.”
“Thunder you did. Why will women tell all they know, and more too; ten chances though she didn’t understand, she’s so blunderin’. I’ll go and see.”
And again Uncle Phil went into the kitchen, and while pretending to drink from the gourd, casually said to the servant:
“Ho, Beck, what’s this girl’s name in t’other room; hanged if I want to ask her.”
Becky thought a moment and then replied: “don’t jestly remember, though I b’lieve she told me; but I was so flustified when she came. Spects, though, it’s Overton, seein’ she’s yer kin.”