She says: "Did you hear me, Ben?"

"Whistlin' woman, crowin' hen,"

Says I, lookin' awful stern.

Then the red commenced to burn

In them cheeks o' hern. Why, la!

Reddest red you ever saw—

Pineys wa'n't a circumstance.

You 'd 'a' noticed in a glance

She was pow'rful shamed an' skeart;

But she looked so sweet an' peart,