I, we got her to bed, an’ I been thar ever since with all to do ontwell Cass come. Likely she done broke her hip.”

“Is Cass thar now? Hu’ come she thar?” Again the blood sought his cheeks.

“Paw rode down to the settlement and telegrafted fer her. Pore thing! You don’t reckon what-all you have done. I wisht you’d ‘a’ took aftah your maw. She war my own sister, ‘nd she war that good she must ‘a’ went straight to glory when she died. Your paw, he like to ‘a’ died too that time, an’ when he married Marthy Merlin, I reckoned he war cured o’ his ways; but hit did’n’ last long. Marthy, she done well by him, an’ she done well by you, too. They hain’t nothin’ agin Marthy. She be’n