Sally Dows by Bret Harte
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"Yo' say yo' had known me for three years before yo' saw me. Well, we
met once before we ever spoke to each other!" Courtland looked in her laughing eyes with admiring wonder. "When?" he asked. "The first day yo' came! Yo' moved the ladder when I was on the cornice, and I walked all ever yo' head. And, like a gentleman, yo' never said a word about it. I reckon I stood on yo' head for five minutes." "Not as long as that," said Courtland laughing, "if I remember rightly." "Yes," said Miss Sally with dancing eyes. "I, a So'th'n girl, actually set my foot on the head of a No'th'n scum of a co'nnle! My!" "Let that satisfy your friends then." "No! I want to apologize. Sit down, co'nnle." "But, Miss Sally"-- "Sit down, quick!" He did so, seating himself sideways on the bank. Miss Sally stood beside him. "Take off yo' hat, sir." He obeyed smilingly. Miss Sally suddenly slipped behind him. He felt the soft touch of her small hands on his shoulders; warm breath stirred the |
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