I'd sure like to know how the kid's
makin' it."
And Bailey strode to the house, while Andy led the team to the corral.
Later Andy appeared in the kitchen and asked Mrs. Bailey if he couldn't
help her set the table, or peel potatoes, or something. Ma Bailey gazed
at him suspiciously over her glasses. "I don't know what's ailin' you,
Andy, but you ain't actin' right. First you tell me that you had to camp
at the Blue last night account o' killin' a turkey. Then you tell me
that you et the whole of it. Was you scared you wouldn't get your share
if you fetched it home? Then you want to help me get supper. You been
up to something! You just keep me plumb wore out worrying about you.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"For why, Ma? What have I done?"
"I don't know, but it'll come to the top. There's the boys now--and me
a-standing here-- Run along and set the table if you ain't so full of
whatever is got into you that you can't count straight. Bill won't be in
to-night. Leastwise, Jim don't expect him." And Ma Bailey flapped her
apron at him and shooed him out as though he were a chicken that had
dared to poke its inquisitive neck into the kitchen.
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