ABOUT THE LOVE GAME
Sleep in his bed! My enemy! I hate him! Yes, before I have ever seen him I hate him! But I'll be as much of a rebel as I like though I die for it."
She pounded her breast till I was afraid she'd hurt herself, and I went and held her hands.
"Kushy! kushy!" says I, "be a rebel as much as you like. It's a free country. It won't make no other rebels around here; they're all made already; or set the Swamp Creek afire—it won't burn. But don't you hate Dave. That's a fight word. And you'll have old Wasser eating you up, the bees stinging you and the fish biting you if you do. Besides, what's the use in saying it? You can't. No one ever could. Dave was made to be loved and every one obeys nature and does it. Join in."
While I was speaking Jon came up and took one of her hands—in fact the whole arm, and says:
"Little sister, daddy is right. No one on earth ever hated Dave, or could hate him. Nor
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