I guess you'll soon be walkin' round.
LINK Not if that doctor feller has his say: He says I can't never go agin this side o' Jordan; and looks like he's 'bout right.—Nine months to-morrer, Polly, gal, sence I had that stroke.
POLLY
(pointing to the ox-yoke)
You're fitter
sittin' than most folks standin'.
LINK
(briskly)
Oh, they can't keep my two hands from makin' ox-yokes. That's my second natur' sence I was a boy.
(Again in the distance a bugle sounds. LINK starts.)
What's that?
POLLY
Why, that's the army veterans
down to the graveyard. This is Decoration
mornin': you ain't forgot?
LINK
So't is, so't is.
Roger, your young man—ha! (chuckling) he come and axed me
was I a-goin' to the cemetery.
"Me? Don't I look it?" says I. Ha! "Don't I look it?"