“What’s the name of them people over on t’other side of the river that you all goes to see sometimes?”

They says:

“There’s several; but it’s the Proctors, mainly.”

“That’s the name,” I says; “I most forgot it. Well, Miss Mary Jane she told me to tell you she’s gone over there in a dreadful hurry — one of them’s sick.”

“Which one?”

“I don’t know; leastways, I kinder forget; but I thinks it’s — “

“Sakes alive, I hope it ain’t Hanner?”

“I’m sorry to say it,”