a good stepmaw to ye, she hev, an’ now see how you done her, an’ Cass givin’ up her school an’ comin’ home thar to ten’ beastes an’ do your work like she war a man. Her family wa’n’t brought up that-a-way, nor mine wa’n’t neither. Big fool Marthy war to marry with your paw. Hit’s that-a-way with all the Farwells; they been that quarellin’ an’ bad, makin’ mean whiskey an’ drinkin’ hit raw, killin’ hyar an’ thar, an’ now you go doin’ the same, an’ my own nephew, too.” Her face remained impassive, and her voice droned on monotonously, but two tears stole down her wrinkled cheeks. His face settled into its harder lines as she talked, but he made no reply, and she continued querulously: “Why’n’t you pay heed