“Well, what in the world did you two talk about?”
“Public opinion.”
Aunt Emma snorted.
“Public opinion, eh? Did you tell him what you thought of him?”
“Nope; wasn’t quite clear in my own mind, Emma.”
“I suppose not. If Jim hadn’t stopped yuh last night⸺”
“Oh, I know,” Hozie smiled softly. “My voice was kinda good, too. Curt Bellew said he never heard me sing so well.”
“Curt was drunk, too.”
“Thasso. Prob’ly accounts for him likin’ my voice. I’d like to sing to a sober man some day and get an honest opinion.”
“No sober man would listen to you, Hozie.”