"I reckon you better c-consult me 'bout weeds next time. I don't
know much 'bout flowers, but I've knowed all my life 'bout WEEDS."
She laid so much emphasis on the word that Hale wondered for the
moment if her words had a deeper meaning--but she went on:
"Ever' spring I have to watch the cows fer two weeks to keep 'em
from eatin'--those weeds." Her self-corrections were always made
gravely now, and Hale consciously ignored them except when he had
something to tell her that she ought to know. Everything, it
seemed, she wanted to know.
"Do they really kill cows?"
June snapped her fingers: "Like that. But you just come on here,"
she added with pretty imperiousness. "I want to axe--ask you some
things--what's that?"
"Scarlet sage."
"Scarlet sage," repeated June. "An' that?"
"Nasturtium, and that's Oriental grass."
"Nas-tur-tium, Oriental. An' what's that vine?"
"That comes from North Africa--they call it 'matrimonial vine.'"
"Whut fer?" asked June quickly.
"Because it clings so." Hale smiled, but June saw none of his
humour--the married people she knew clung till the finger of death
unclasped them.
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