I don't know as
she'd 'a' hit him more'n ONCE. Jeb had
a farm, an' Polly Ann--well, Polly Ann
was a-gittin' along. But Polly Ann
sot thar jes as though she didn't know
Jeb was a-comin', an' Jeb stopped once
an' says,
``You hain't got nothin' agin me, has
ye?''
An' Polly Ann says, sorter quick,
``Naw; ef I had, I'd push it.''
Well, Jeb mos' fell off his cheer, when,
ef he hadn't been sech a skeery idgit,
he'd 'a' knowed that Polly Ann was
plain open an' shet a-biddin' fer him.
But he sot thar like a knot on a log fer
haffen hour, an' then he rickollected, I
reckon, that Abe had tol' him Polly Ann
was peppery an' he mustn't mind, fer
Jeb begun a-movin' ag'in till he was
slam-bang agin Polly Ann's cheer. An'
thar he sot like a punkin, not sayin' a
word nur doin' nothin'. An' while Polly
Ann was a-wonderin' ef he was gone
plumb crazy, blame me ef that durned
fool didn't turn roun' to that peppery
gal an' say,
``Booh, Polly Ann!''
Well, Nance had to stuff the bedquilt
in her mouth right thar to keep from
hollerin' out loud, fer Polly Ann's hand
was a-hangin' down by the cheer, jes
a-waitin' fer a job, and Nance seed the
fingers a-twitchin'.
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