"Kill him,—no! Why! it won't even hurt him, unless, maybe, his pride.
"Do you agree, Rita?"
"Sure!" she said. "But—if you or Mr. Auld hurt my grand-dad, I guess I'll kill you both,—see."
Her eyes flashed for a second and I could tell she was in deadly earnest over it. But she soon laughed and became happy once more.
"Rita,—would you like to be able to talk English,—proper English,—just as it should be talked? Would you care to learn English Grammar?" I asked, changing the subject partly.
She came close to me on the veranda steps with a jump.
"Say that over again, George. I want to get it right," she said plaintively.
"Would you like me to teach you English Grammar, Rita?" I repeated.
"Would I? Oh! wouldn't I just!"
She looked away quickly. "You wouldn't waste your time teachin' the likes of me."