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whether it was Alabama or Florida. Or it might<br />

of been Georgia.<br />

I thinks to myself that mebby Mrs. Davis would<br />

like to know where her niece is, and that I better<br />

tell her about Miss Hampton being in that there<br />

little Indiany town, and where it is. And then I<br />

thinks to myself I better not butt in. Fur Miss<br />

Hampton has likely got her own reasons fur keeping<br />

away from her folks, or else she wouldn't do it.<br />

Anyhow, it's none of <strong>MY</strong> affair to bring the subject<br />

up to 'em. It looks to me like one of them things<br />

George has been gassing about--one of them<br />

things that has settled itself, and it ain't fur me to<br />

meddle and unsettle it.<br />

It set me to thinking about Martha, too. Not<br />

that I hadn't thought of her lots of times. I had<br />

often thought I would write her. But I kept putting<br />

it off, and purty soon I kind of forgot Martha. I<br />

had seen a lot of different girls of all kinds since I<br />

had seen Martha. Yet, whenever I happened to<br />

think of Martha, I had always liked her best. Only<br />

moving around the country so much makes it kind<br />

of hard to keep thinking steady of the same girl.<br />

Besides, I had lost that there half of a ring,<br />

too.<br />

But knowing what I did now about Miss Hampton<br />

being Miss Buckner--or Mrs. Armstrong--and<br />

related to these Davises made me want to get away<br />

from there. Fur that secret made me feel kind of<br />

sneaking, like I wasn't being frank and open with<br />

them. Yet if I had of told 'em I would of felt<br />

sneakinger yet fur giving Miss Hampton away.<br />

I never got into a mix up that-a-way betwixt my<br />

conscience and my duty but what it made me feel<br />

awful uncomfortable. So I guessed I would light<br />

out from there. They wasn't never no kinder,<br />

better people than them Davises, either. They<br />

was so pleased with my bringing Bud home the night<br />

he was shot they would of jest natcherally give<br />

me half their farm if I had of ast them fur it. They<br />

wanted me to stay there--they didn't say fur how<br />

long, and I guess they didn't give a dern. But I

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