The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 5 Page 7

“Naw,” shrilled the mother’s voice, “but I reckon doctah mount take off your hade an’ set hit on straight agin.”

“I wisht he could,” cried the child, no whit troubled by the suggestion. “I’d bar a heap fer to git my hade straight like Frale’s.” Just then his brother entered the room. “You reckon doctah kin take off my hade an’ set hit straight like you carry yours, Frale?” Again they all laughed, and the big youth smiled such a sweet, infantile smile, as he looked down on his little brother, that David’s heart warmed toward him.

He tousled the boy’s hair as he passed and drew him along to the chimney side, away from the doctor. “Hit’s a right good hade I’m thinkin’