"Not to me; it has been a happy one."
"Pardon me, I should not have spoken that way."
"Hit don't make any difference how you speak," she said independently. "We are used to everything here."
"Who lives yonder to the south of us?" asked Wade, pointing in the direction indicated.
"Jim Thompson. He's a terbacker raiser, too."
"And who to the west yonder?"
"Oh, that's the place where old John Redmond lived. It's not used now."
There was a tinge of sorrow in the girl's voice as she spoke.
"What became of old John Redmond?" asked Wade, his own voice quivering.
"Don't ye know, hain't ye heerd?"