"You know what I mean," he grumbled. "He's got no right proposing to
you, no right a-tall. Why, he's old enough to be your father."
"So he is. Do you know, I never thought of that?"
"You're foolin' now," grunted Billy. "Tell you, Hazel, what you want
is some young feller with property and all his teeth."
"I don't want anybody," she declared, "young or otherwise. Billy,
you're sheriff now--" she continued, changing the subject.
"Not yet," he interrupted. "I don't take office till the first of the
year."
She nodded. "I understand. And I want to ask you a question.
It's--it's--you will say it's none of my business, I expect."
"Anything's your business you want to ask questions about. Fly at it."
"Who elected you sheriff, Billy?"