"Insults? Oh, no, Uncle Hughey!"

"That's all right! Insults goes!"

"Why, I was mighty relieved when she began to recover her mem'ry.
Las' time I heard, they told me she'd got it pretty near all
back. Remembered her father, and her mother, and her sisters and
brothers, and her friends, and her happy childhood, and all her
doin's except only your face. The boys was bettin' she'd get that
far too, give her time. But I reckon afteh such a turrable
sickness as she had, that would be expectin' most too much."

At this Uncle Hughey jerked out a small parcel. "Shows how much
you know!" he cackled. "There! See that! That's my ring she sent
me back, being too unstrung for marriage. So she don't remember
me, don't she? Ha-ha! Always said you were a false alarm."

The Southerner put more anxiety into his tone. "And so you're
a-takin' the ring right on to the next one!" he exclaimed. "Oh,
don't go to get married again, Uncle Hughey! What's the use o'
being married?"

"What's the use?" echoed the bridegroom, with scorn. "Hm! When
you grow up you'll think different."

"Course I expect to think different when my age is different. I'm
havin' the thoughts proper to twenty-four, and you're havin' the
thoughts proper to sixty."