mill — she war that scared o’ the Gorillas she didn’t like leavin’ we-uns home alone — an’ she walked thar an’ axed could she do suthin’ to earn that thar book; an’ ol’ Miz Gerret, she ‘lowed if maw’d come Monday follerin’ an’ wash fer her, ‘at she mount have hit. Them days we-uns an’ the Teasleys war right friendly. The’ wa’n’t no feud ‘twixt we-uns an’ Teasleys then — but now I reckon thar’s bound to be blood feud.” She spoke very sadly and waited, leaving the tale of the spelling-book half told.

“Why must there be ‘blood feud’ now? Why can’t you go on in the old way?”

“Hit’s Frale done hit. He an’ Ferd’nan’