“An’ you’re the prettiest barelegged dancer on the Creek,” he countered.
June stamped the one shoe she was wearing. “Are you going to give me that brogan or not?”
“If you’ll let me put it on for you.”
Furious, she flung round and went back into the house.
He laughed delightedly, then tossed the heavy shoe into the room after her. “Here’s yore shoe, girl. I was only foolin’,” he explained.
June snatched up the brogan, stooped, and fastened it.