She tried now to love her country, but she hardly rose before she fell.
“Oh, I know it’s tur’ble what folks are sufferin’, but––well, the Lord’s will be done, I say.”
“And I say it’s mainly the devil’s will that’s being done!” said Mamise.
This terrified Abbie. “I wisht you’d be a little careful of your language, Mamise. Swearin’ and cigarettes both is pretty much of a load for a lady to git by with.”
“O Lord!” sighed Mamise, in despair. She was capable of long, high flights, but she could not carry such a passenger.
Abbie continued: “And do you think it’s right, seein’ men here all by yourself?”
“I’m not seeing men––but a man.”
“But all by yourself.”
“I’m not all by myself when he’s here.”
“You’ll get the neighbors talkin’––you’ll see!”