Marthy, leisurely rocking in her chair, fixed her place in the book with her finger, and turned her head, smiling mischievously as she noted the havoc Sam had wrought with his appearance in trying to "fix up."
~Well, ef I must say it, Sam," she drawled, "you look jest like one of them hayseeds in the picture papers, ''stead of a free and independent sheepman of the State o'' Texas."
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"You''re the one ought to be ''shamed to say so," he replied hotly. "''Stead of ''tendin'' to a man''s clothes you''re al''ays setting around a-readin'' them billy-by-dam yaller-back novils."
"Oh, shet up and ride along," said Mrs. Webber, with a little jerk at the handles of her chair; "you always fussin'' ''bout my readin''. I do a-plenty; and I''ll read when I wanter. I live in the bresh here like a varmint, never seein'' nor hearin'' nothin'', and what other ''musement kin I have? Not in listenin'' to you talk, for it''s complain, complain, one day after another. Oh, go on, Sam, and leave me in peace."