Thats another lie, said mayme.
He told me himself that he was going to marry you.
Did he. Then hes wrong. I wouldnt marry him with a brass ring,
asserted mayme.
You wouldnt maryou wouldnt what. Demanded the mother, outraged
and incredulous.
You heard me. He knows it, too. I dont like the familywhat ive seen
of them, observed mayme judicially. Besides, hes yellow.
Davids shamed face emerged into view. Im not, he gulped. Sheshe