Mary Heaton Vorse,
The Laugh
(1918)
“ Suddenly Tarleton stopped laughing; he thrust out his jaw at Allen menacingly, his face flushed to purple—to the color of the big mines—and a triangular patch of white on his forehead where the scar was gleamed out as if it had been greased. "Talk!" he cried. "Who talks? What makes 'um come with me, then—they know me—what makes 'um come? They got eyes, 'ain't they—an' ears? They come o' their own free will, don't they? Oh, I know 'um. I don't put up no bluff with no girl. Let 'um stay home!" The storm had passed. His laughter boomed out again. "But they can't stay home—hey, Allen?—ho-ho-ho! ”
