"But how do I know that? And I'd be in a pretty fix, havin' her drag a cat over me and not bein' able to help myself. No, I want to wait till she dies, the unnatural thing."
"Can't you make it up with her?"
"Make it up with her? Do you reckon I want to make it up with her? Do you reckon I'd stoop that much?"
"You call her unnatural. Don't you think you may be just a little unnatural yourself?"
"Now, look here, if you're goin' to take her part you march yourself off this place."
"I'm not taking her part. I don't know her."
"Then keep still. Don't you think you'd better come over to the house and stay durin' the winter?"
"No, I'd rather stay over there."
"All by yourself?"
"Bob'll be there."