Laura shook her pretty head violently. “You bet I won’t! After what happened last night I wouldn’t marry the best man on earth.”
“I’m shore glad to hear yuh say that,” said Honey seriously.
“Why?” demanded Laura quickly.
“’Cause if yuh marry the man I hope yuh will, yuh shore won’t be gettin’ the best man in the world.”
Laura blushed and got to her feet. Honey got up, too, and they faced each other.
“You ain’t sore, are yuh, Laura?” he asked.
She shook her head slowly.
“No, Honey; I can’t get mad at you—but I do think you are awfully funny.”
She turned and walked into the house. Honey stared at the doorway for several moments before going back to his horse.
“She thinks I’m awfully funny,” he told his horse. “I must be—she didn’t even crack a smile.”