The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 2 Page 13

right thar, on’y a heap o’ folks thinks they knows it all fust.”

There was a pause, and Thryng leaned back in his stiff, splint-bottomed chair and glanced around him. He saw that the girl, although moving about setting to rights and brushing here and there with an unique, home-made broom, was at the same time intently listening.

Presently the old woman spoke again, her threadlike voice penetrating far.

“What do you ‘low to do here in ouah mountains? They hain’t no settlement nighabouts here, an’ them what’s sick hain’t no money to pay doctahs with. I reckon they’ll hev to stay sick fer all o’ you-uns.”

David looked into her eyes a moment quietly;