The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 14 Page 25

But he slipped it in his pocket, first placing it in a small bag which he drew up tightly with a string. “Hit hain’t nothing you kin see. Hit’s only a charm ‘at makes hit plumb sure to kill anybody ‘at hit hits. Hit’s plumb sure to hit an’ plumb sure to kill, too.”

“Oh, Frale! What if it had hit me when you threw it up that way — and — killed me? Then you’d be sorry, wouldn’t you, Frale?”

“Hit nevah wouldn’t kill a girl — a nice little girl — like you be. Hit’s charmed that-a-way, ‘at hit won’t kill nobody what I don’t want hit to.”

“Then what do you keep it in your pocket for? You don’t want to kill anybody, do you, Frale?”