“Fellows? A few—perhaps.”
“Uh-huh.” Honey scuffed a heel against the step, rattling his spur-chain. “I s’pose you’ll be gettin’ married, huh?”
“When?”
“Oh, some of these days,” gloomily.
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.