Odell’s heavy eyes, brooding anger, followed Mazie’s movements as she smoothed out the clothing and laid each garment in the trunk.
“You don’t have to do that,” he growled. “Let her come and get ’em if she wants ’em.”
“But she needs——”
“Dang it, let ’em lay. Like’s not she’ll sicken o’ them pitcher people before the week’s out. She’ll get her belly full o’ notions. Let her caper till she runs into barbed wire. That’ll sting some sense into her hide.”
“She only took her little leather bag, Elmer——”
“She’ll sicken sooner. I ain’t worryin’ none. She ain’t a loose girl; she’s just a fool heifer that goes bucketin’ over a snake-fence where it’s half down. Let her kick up and skylark. You bet she’ll hear the farm bell when it comes supper time——”
He turned away exasperated, but Mazie took him by the sleeve of his milking jacket:
“She’s got to have money, Elmer——”
“No, she hain’t! She’ll sicken the quicker——”