“I reckon that he wasn't worrying much about us. And besides, he was trying to save Hester from Jennings.”
“I thought that you said that it was to be my party, Pa,” said Virginia, irrelevantly.
The Colonel looked thoughtful, then he began to laugh.
“Haven't we enough Black Republican friends?” she asked.
“So you won't have him?” said the Colonel.
“I didn't say that I wouldn't have him,” she answered.
The Colonel rose, and brushed the ashes from his goat.
“By Gum!” he said. “Women beat me.”