I believed her. She'd of died rather 'n lie straight out to me. Maybe she'd lie some--almost any woman would--but not straight out from the shoulder between the eyes. So I believed her now. "Read the next one," says I. "Have you read my letters, Curly?" says she. She looked at me savage now. "I read one of 'em," says I, "and part of the next one. I didn't only read the first page on that one. I didn't read the other one at all. But I read enough." On the first page of this second letter was something more: I've waited and waited [it said]. I ought never to have met you as I did--I ought never to have said what I did. I am in the deepest distress over all this, for I would not be guilty of an act to cause you pain. How could I when I---- Right there's where the first page ended and the second page begun. "Did you read it all, Curly?" says she to me once more. "No; only the first page," I says. "This last one we just took off'n Peanut's collar. He brought 'em over." She was reading the last letter now--the one I never did see. Her face got soft somehow. Her eyes got bigger and brighter, and softer, somehow, too. She folded the letters all up and put 'em in her lap and looked up at me. "You didn't read all my letters, Curly?" says she. "No," says I; "and I won't never read no more. There mustn't be no more, Bonnie Bell. You know that." "Yes," says she; "I know that." But somehow she didn't seem unhappy like she ought to of been. I could see that. "How did Peanut get through the fence, Curly?" says she at last. "There's a hole in the lower corner near the garridge. I thought it was kept shut. Their hired man dug it through. He said it was to let Peanut through to enjoy hisself digging up their petunies," says I, "or to have a sociable fight with their dog. I reckon that's how Peanut got through. It was easy enough to fasten things on his neck. Whether it was a square thing to do, him knowing what he does--well, that's something you ought to know." She didn't say anything at that. "A honorable man," says I, "would of come around to the front door, Bonnie Bell." "He had no part in this quarrel," says Bonnie Bell; at last, quiet like. "Why blame him?" That made me hot. "Why blame him?" I broke out "Didn't I see him? Ain't I heard him? Can't I see now? He ain't no part of a man at all or he wouldn't of done this way. Now," says I, "I've shore got to tell the old man. I hoped I wouldn't ever have to. But now I got to. The safest bet you ever made is that hell will pop!" She turned around right quick then and jumped up on her feet, and her face was so white it scared me. She come up again and put her arms right around my neck and looked at me. "Honey," says I, "you got us in wrong--awful wrong! Now us men has got to square it the best we can." "Stop, Curly!" says she, and she shook me by the shoulder. "Stop! He's--he's a good man. He's--he's honest. He's meant all right. Give him a chance."