"Darn ain't swearin'. Dorindy herself says that once in a while. I mean
Alvin Baker, and Jed Dean and the rest of 'em. They was goin' on about
Mr. Colton last night; said THEY wan't goin' to run at his beck and
call. I told 'em, says I, 'You ain't had the chance. You'll run fast
enough when you do.'"

"Did you say that to Captain Jed?"

"No-o. I said it to Alvin, but old Jed's just as bad. He's down on
anybody that's got more'n he has. But Ros, you ain't foolish enough to
side with Jed Dean. Just think! Here's Mr. Colton, richer'n King Solomon
and all his glory. He's got servants and butlers and bonds and cowpons
and horses and teams and automobiles and--"

I rose from the wash bench.

"I know what he's got, Lute," I interrupted. "And I know what he hasn't
got."

"What? Is there anything he ain't got?"

"He hasn't got me--not yet. If he wants to see me he may. I expect to be
at home for the next day or two."

"You don't mean you expect a millionaire like him to come cruisin' after
YOU! Well, by time! I think I see him!"

"When you do, let me know," I said. "I should like to be prepared."