“Hit’s this-a-way a good deal,” said Sally, from under her sunbonnet, “Oh, the’ is days hit’s some colder, like to make water freeze right hard, but most days hit’s a heap warmer than this.”

“That’s so,” said the invalid. “I hev seen it so warm a heap o’ winters ‘at the trees gits fooled into thinkin’ hit’s spring an’ blossoms all out, an’ then come along a late freez’n’ spell an’ gits their fruit all killed. Hit’s quare how they does do that-a-way. We-all hates it when the days come warm in Feb’uary.”

“Then you must have been glad to have snow yesterday. I was disappointed. I was running away from that sort of thing, you know.”