"All right, Laz, but I mout need it by year after next."
"Ah, hah. Wall, I'll try to have it back by then." He started off slowly toward the door, halted and looked about.
"Don't see nuthin' else you want to borry, do you, Laz?"
"Nuthin' I can use. Good-day."
Margaret stood near the window, meditating. "Now, let me see."
"Want to know whar we was when he broke in?" Jasper asked, and she gave him a pathetic look.
"I wan't a thinkin' about that."
"Glad to hear it. Look here, it's a gittin' so a man can't set down and quarrel with his wife in peace. We air gittin' too crowded in this neighborhood. Man moved in five miles from here day befo' yistidy."
"Then let's don't quarrel," said Margaret, holding out her hands.
He put his arms about her. "No, we won't. An' don't be jealous of that po' little grave."