He looked kind of humble, and says:

“I didn’t mean nothing, m’am. I didn’t mean no harm. I — I — thought you’d like it.”

“Why, you born fool!” She took up the spinning-stick, and it looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. “What made you think I’d like it?”

“Well, I don’t know. Only, they — they — told me you would.”

“They told you I would. Whoever told you’s another lunatic. I never heard the beat of it. Who’s they?”

“Why, everybody.

They all said so, m’am.”