"I's gwine. Allus suthin' ter make er man work his j'ints," he moved off toward the door, and turning just before going out, said to Peters: "Yere come Miss Lou now."
The girl came in singing, but seeing Peters, hushed, and turned to go out.
"One minute, Miss Lou," said Peters, bowing awkwardly.
She halted, looked at him and said, "Well?"
"Won't you sit down," said Peters, making a great show of politeness.
"I'm not tired," Lou replied.
Peters smiled. "I've got suthin' I want to say to you."
"Then I may be tired," she said, sitting down. "Well?"
Peters stood for a moment, looking at her and then inquired: "Did yo' father tell you suthin' I said to him?"
Slowly rocking she looked up at him. "He always has enough talk of his own without repeatin' what other folks say."