Never mind, Sylder said. I got to get on. Poor folks don’t have time to stand around jawin all day. He waved and went out, stopped at the door a minute and looked back. Say, he called. What’s that? A Christian’d of drownded em. What’s that? Mr Eller asked again. Leaning in the door and grinning Sylder pointed at the kittens bobbing over the floor like blown lint. Mr Eller shooed his hand at him and he left.
