“And then what?” the girl pursued.
“And then, nothing—till we pick ourselves up.”
“Do you mean that Mr. Dryfoos will put you both oat of your places?”
“He may.”
“And Mr. Mawch takes the risk of that jost fo' a principle?”
“I reckon.”
“And you do it jost fo' an ahdeal?”
“It won't do to own it. I must have my little axe to grind, somewhere.”
“Well, men awe splendid,” sighed the girl. “Ah will say it.”
“Oh, they're not so much better than women,” said Fulkerson, with a nervous jocosity. “I guess March would have backed down if it hadn't been for his wife. She was as hot as pepper about it, and you could see that she would have sacrificed all her husband's relations sooner than let him back down an inch from the stand he had taken. It's pretty easy for a man to stick to a principle if he has a woman to stand by him. But when you come to play it alone—”