“Ah-ur-Mrs. Creel.”
“I did n't know as you 'd know me!” She spoke quietly, her eyes still on him sidewise.
“Not know you! Why, of course, I know you. I don't forget the pretty girls—leastways, the prettiest girl in the county. Your father and I———”
“I heard you made a mistake about my husband and Jim Turkle. I thought maybe you might think I was Mrs. Turkle.”
There was the least perceptible lifting of her shoulders and drawing down of her mouth, but quite enough to suggest Jenny Turkle 's high shoulders and grim face.
The Sheriff tried to lighten the conversation.
“Oh! Come now, Mary, you must n't get mad about that. It was all a joke. I was comin' right up after court adjourned to tell you about it—and—. It was the funniest thing! You 'd 'a' died laughing if you 'd been here and seen——”
“I heard they was all laughin' about it. I ain't so easy to amuse.”
“Oh! Yes, you would, too,” began Thompson, cajolingly. “If you 'd seen——”
“What time does Court adjourn!” she asked, quietly and irrelevantly,