Веснянки

           It’stheheightofmeglorytofightitoutwiththeoldswamp,andallthat’sinit,orwillbecomingtoit,andthentoturnitovertoyouasIpromisedyouandmeselfI’ddo,sir.Youcouldn’tbreaktheheartofmeentirequickerthantobetakingitfrommenow,whenI’mjustonthehome-stretch.Itwon’tbeoverthreeorfourweeksyet,andwhenI’vegoneitalmostayear,why,what’sthattome,sir?Youmustn’tletawomangetmixedupwithbusiness,forI’vealwaysheardabouthowit’sbringingtrouble.”

           McLeansmiled.“Whataboutthatlasttree?”hesaid.

           Frecklesblushedandgrinnedappreciatively.

           “AngelsandBirdWomendon’tcountinthecommonrun,sir,”heaffirmedshamelessly.

           McLeansatinthesaddleandlaughed.