I sot down.
The judge looked at me a minit over his specks.
“Well, Mrs. Gaskins,” says he, “if we allowed anybody and everybody to come into our courts and represent a neighbor or friend, half our lawyers would have nothin to do. The law prohibiting this privilege is made so as to afford our attorneys a livelihood. While it sometimes proves a hardship to litigants, it would be a greater hardship on our lawyers if they dident have sich a law in their favor. However, Mrs. Gaskins, as this is a case of small importance, if the bar is willing I will permit you to say what you desire in behalf of the defendant.”
Turnin[Turnin] to the lot of high-toned cattle over the fence from us, says he: “What do you say, gentlemen?”
“‘I ’bject.’”
They kind a hemmed and hawed and whispered together, and looked disgusted and disappinted and contemptible, and finally one of them says:
“We shant ’bject.”
And four or five of em got up and left, lookin like as if they had lost somethin.
Well, the judge invited us over into the field.