Don't you see, muddie, that this is just a plot of Neilson's to separate us?
Virginia found it the greatest fun imaginable to go to market with "muddie," with a basket hanging from her pretty arm.
Again "muddie" was busy, not with soap and water only, but with the whitewash brush.
He would see it in the wistful eyes of Virginia and in the patient eyes of "muddie."
And to think that muddie and Catalina are not here to share it with us!
It was fascinating to her too, to lie and listen to him read and talk with "muddie."