When folks wants a fellow, it's best to wait till they sends for him, I've found.
"It's my Christian duty," Cora says.
"Will you stand between me and my Christian duty?"
"You can stay there all day tomorrow, if you want,” I says.
So when Cora waked me it had set in to rain.
Even while I was going to the door with the lamp and it shining on the glass so he could see I am coming, it kept on knocking.
Not loud, but steady, like he might have gone to sleep thumping, but I never noticed how low down on the door the knocking was till I opened it and never seen nothing.
I held the lamp up, with the rain sparkling across it and Cora back in the hall saying
"Who is it, Vernon?" but I couldn't see nobody a-tall at first until I looked down and around the door, lowering the lamp.
He looked like a drownded puppy, in them overalls, without no hat, splashed up to his knees where he had walked them four miles in the mud.
"Well, I’ll be durned," I says.
"Who is it, Vernon?"
Cora says.
He looked at me, his eyes round and black in the middle like when you throw a light in a owl's face.
"You mind that ere fish," he says.
"Come in the house," I says.
"What is it?
Is your maw—"
"Vernon," Cora says.
He stood kind of around behind the door, in the dark.
The rain was blowing onto the lamp, hissing on it so I am scared every minute it'll break.
"You was there," he says.
"You seen it."
Then Cora come to the door.
"You come right in outen the rain," she says, pulling him in and him watching me.
He looked just like a drownded puppy.
"I told you," Cora says.
"I told you it was a-happening.
You go and hitch."
"But he aint said—" I says.
He looked at me, dripping onto the floor.
"He's a-ruining the rug," Cora says.
"You go get the team while I take him to the kitchen."
But he hung back, dripping, watching me with them eyes.
"You was there.
You seen it laying there.
Cash is fixing to nail her up; and it was a-laying right there on the ground.
You seen it.
You seen the mark in the dirt.
The rain never come up till after I was a-coming here.
So we can get back in time."
I be durn if it didn't give me the creeps, even when I didn't know yet.
But Cora did.
"You get that team quick as you can," she says.
"He's outen his head with grief and worry."
I be durn if it didn't give me the creeps.
Now and then a fellow gets to thinking.
About all the sorrow and afflictions in this world; how it's liable to strike anywhere, like lightning.
I reckon it does take a powerful trust in the Lord to guard a fellow, though sometimes I think that Cora's a mite over-cautious, like she was trying to crowd the other folks away and get in closer than anybody else.
But then, when something like this happens, I reckon she is right and you got to keep after it and I reckon I am blessed in having a wife that ever strives for sanctify and well-doing like she says I am.