“What makes you so sober, Davy?” she said.
I didn't answer.
“Davy,” she cried, “be happy while you're young. 'Tis a fine day, and Kaintuckee's over yonder.” She picked up her skirts and sang:—
"First upon the heeltap,
Then upon the toe."
The men by the cane-brake turned and came towards us.
“Ye're happy to-day, Mis' McChesney,” said Riley.
“Why shouldn't I be?” said Polly Ann; “we're all a-goin' to Kaintuckee.”
“We're a-goin' back to Cyarter's Valley,” said Riley, in his blustering way. “This here ain't as excitin' as I thought. I reckon there ain't no redskins nohow.”
“What!” cried Polly Ann, in loud scorn, “ye're a-goin' to desert? There'll be redskins enough by and by, I'll warrant ye.”
“How'd you like to come along of us,” says Riley; “that ain't any place for wimmen, over yonder.”