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ady, since the beginning of this interview, looked into the four quarters of the globe, now dropped her eyes in search of the mysteries beneath it. "To be honest wid ye," admitted old Creecy, "I didn't 'low ye wuz arter Suke, ezzactly, but I sorter reckin'd ef yer'd come ter see Mell, it's the front do' yer'd er knockt at, es I ust ter do when I went er courtin' my gal--Mell's mammy--an' had it out comferterble in the parler. We has er very nice home up dar on the hill, with er whole lot er fine furnisher in the front room, which Mell never rested 'till I went in debt ter buy. Now its mos' paid fur, an' I kinder 'low Mell 'ud be glad ter see yer mos' enny time." "Thank you," responded Mr. Devonhough, with frigidity. "He mought go now, Mell, ef yer'd ax him." "Not to-day, thank you," turning to Mell, with more graciousness of manner. "In fact, I have not yet breakfasted;" and he abruptly bowed adieu, and made his escape. He was quite out of sight before father or daughter addressed a word to each other. At length the old farmer demanded roughly of the girl "What in the tarnation she wuz er blubberin' erbout?" "What, indeed!" sobbed Mell, in a frenzy of passion, and with eyes of storm. "I have good cause to cry. What else can I do? I can't say _Damn!_" "Can't yer? Why not? 'Tain't the cuss what's so bad; it's the feelin'. Ef the devil's in yer, turn him out, I say. I ain't no advercate er bad language, but ef er man feels like cussin' all the time, he mought as well cuss! Dat's my opinion. An' ef it will help yer to cool down er bit, my darter, I'll express them sentiments, which ain't too bad for a young lady ter feel, but only to utter. So here goes--but remember, Lord! 'tain't me, it's Mell--damn! damn! damn! Sich er koncited, stiff-starched, buckram-backed, puppified popinjay, as this Mr. Devil--" "Hush your mouth," screamed the daughter, beside herself with rage; "I don't want _him_ damned!" "You don't! Then who?" Mell, wrought up to the highest pitch of exasperation, made no reply beyond looking daggers and gnashing her teeth. "Not your old dad, Mell?" "No, father; I don't want you damned either. But what did you come down here for? What did you call him a cattle dealer for? What did you talk about such horrid, nasty, disgusting things, for? Oh! I am mortified almost to death." "I sorter reckon'd yer'd hate it worser'n pisen," chuckled the old farmer; "but er good dose of pisen is jess
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