“‘What for?’
“‘I want him to talk to you.’
“‘Me?’ says Hank. ‘I don’t want to talk to no preacher!’
“‘I don’t want you to talk to him,’ says Tildy. ‘I want him to talk to you,’ and she walked out the door. When Hank heard her slam the gate behind her, he hollered like the house was afire.
“‘Oh, Tildy!’ She come back to the door and looked in.
“‘Why, Tildy,’ says Hank, pitiful as a baby, ‘you don’t aim to make me the laughin’-stock of the settlement, do you?’
“‘I don’t see why you need to bother about that,’ says Tildy. ‘If it’s no disgrace to git drunk, and gamble, and fight, in a corner grocery, it’s no disgrace to talk to a minister of the gospel.’ She started out again, but Hank called her back.
“‘Hold on, Tildy; I’ll agree to anything you say, if you won’t call in the preacher.’
“‘What you goin’ to do about them circulars I got printed?’ she asked.
“‘Why, I’m goin’ down there and maul the life out of old Goatwhiskers for printin’ them things,’ says Hank. Tildy started out again, and he yelled after her to come back. Promised he wouldn’t say a word to him.