"I seed Miss Margaret an' Miss Lou out yander jest now," Kintchin answered, backing off as Peters advanced toward him. "I didn't ask about them. Whew, what you got sich a hot fire in here for?" "Mammy's been ironin'." "Yes. Been a meltin iron I should think. Is Starbuck at home? Answer me, you scoundrel." He made a threatening gesture and Kintchin, backing further off, cried out, "Doan rush me, suh. Ef I'se er scoundul you hatter give me time. Er scoundul hatter be keerful whut he say. I seed Mr. Starbuck dis mawnin', suh." Peters turned as if to go out, but halted and looked at Kintchin. The old negro nodded. "Say, is that young feller and that woman here yit?" "Gimmy time--gimmy time. I's er scoundul, you know." "Do you want me to mash your head?" Kintchin put his hand to his head. "Whut, dis one right yere? No, suh, I doan blebe I does." "Well, then answer me. That woman and young chap here yet?" "Yas, suh, da's yere." "She's his aunt, I understand." "Yas, suh, dat's whut you un'erstand." "Why did they come here? What are they doin'?" "Gimmy time. Da come caze da wanter ter, an' now dat da's yere, da's jest er bo'din'; dat's all." "You are an old fool." "Yas, suh," replied Kintchin, "dat's whut I yere." Mammy came in and said to Kintchin, "De steers broke down de fence an' is eatin' up de co'n. See, through de winder?" "Dat won't do," Kintchin exclaimed with hurry in his voice but with passive feet. "No, it won't do. Steer ain't got no right ter come roun' er eatin' up de co'n." "But w'y doan you go on, man? Mars Jasper'll git arter you." "I's gwine. Allus suthin' ter make er man work his j'ints," he moved off toward the door, and turning just before going out, said to Peters: "Yere come Miss Lou now." The girl came in singing, but seeing Peters, hushed, and turned to go out. "One minute, Miss Lou," said Peters, bowing awkwardly. She halted, looked at him and said, "Well?" "Won't you sit down," said Peters, making a great show of politeness. "I'm not tired," Lou replied. Peters smiled. "I've got suthin' I want to say to you." "Then I may be tired," she said, sitting down. "Well?" Peters stood for a moment, looking at her and then inquired: "Did yo' father tell you suthin' I said to him?" Slowly rocking she looked up at him. "He always has enough talk of his own without repeatin' what other folks say." "But what I told him was about you." "Well, if what you said wasn't good you wouldn't be here to tell about it, so it don't concern me." He attempted to smile, but failed. "I don't know about that." "You don't know about anything--much." "Enough to know what I think of you." "Hope you know what I think of you." "Ah," said Peters, "I don't reckon you think of me very often." Lou got up and went to him, looked straight into his eyes and said: "Think of you! Why, I never know you are on earth till you come where I am and then I spend my time tryin' to forget you are there."