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"'An' another thing, s'I to her, as we set out, 'are you sure, Mis' Fire Chief, that you got to the right grave? The first visit, so, I says, 'an' not bein' accustomed to bein' a widow, lately, an' all, you might 'a' got mixed in the lots. "While she was disclaimin' this I looked up an' see, hangin' round the road, was Eb.
I must say it give me the creeps to see her wearin' it, even if it did look like everybody's dresses. I donno what it is about such things, but they make somethin' scrunch inside o' you. Like when they got a new babtismal dish for the church, an' the minister's sister took the old one for a cake dish. "S'I, to 'Leven, after breakfast:
"The very words I was a-sayin' no longer ago th'n this minute to Sister Utterback, 'n' she'll tell you so herself. Sh-she, look at that-air rag ladder, sh-she; 'n' s'I, yes, LOOK at it, s'I what COULD he a-wanted of it, s'I. Sh-she, Sister Hotchkiss, sh-she " "But how in the nation'd they ever GIT that grindstone IN there, ANYWAY? 'n' who dug that-air HOLE? 'n' who " "My very WORDS, Brer Penrod!
"'It's Elspie Elspie! they yelled, when they was in hearin'. 'She ain't to the depot. She'll be left. Where is she? "I hadn't counted on their comin' before the train left, but I thought I see my way clear. An' when they come up to us, I spoke to 'em, quiet. "'She's in the house, asleep, s'I, 'an' what's more, in that house she's goin' to stay as long as she wants.
Think o' what, Brer Phelps, s'I? Think o' that bed-leg sawed off that a way, s'e? THINK of it, s'I? I lay it never sawed ITSELF off, s'I somebody SAWED it, s'I; that's my opinion, take it or leave it, it mayn't be no 'count, s'I, but sich as 't is, it's my opinion, s'I, 'n' if any body k'n start a better one, s'I, let him DO it, s'I, that's all. I says to Sister Dunlap, s'I "
"'I donno but it does, she says, 'but I don't mind; I'm so thankful to see somethin' around that's little an' young. "That sort o' landed in my heart. It's just what I'd been thinkin' about 'em. "'Little, young things, s'I, sort o' careless, 'make a lot o' racket, you know.
"'Why oh, 'leven', s'I, 'that ain't a name at all. That's a number. "'I know it, s'she, indiffer'nt, 'that was me. I was the 'leventh, an' they'd run out a'ready. "'For the land, s'I, simple. "An' that just about summed her up. They seemed to 'a' run out o' everything, time she come. "She hadn't been taught a thing but eat an' drink. Them was her only arts.
Excep' for one thing: When I ask' her what she could do, if any, she says like she had on the street corner: "'I can't do nothin'. I donno no work. "'You think it over, s'I. She had rill capable hands them odd, undressed-lookin' hands I donno if you know what I mean? "'Well, s'she, sort o' sheepish, 'I can comb hair.
I was a-sayin' pass that-air sasser o' m'lasses, won't ye? I was a-sayin' to Sister Dunlap, jist this minute, how DID they git that grindstone in there, s'I. Without HELP, mind you 'thout HELP! THAT'S wher 'tis.
Evm then I never suspicioned but what that was all until Miss Fannie an' Miss Barb come in an' begin banterin' not only Motheh Tombs but me, if you'll believe it, to lie down an' rest a while befo' we came roun' here to suppeh! Still I 'llowed to myself, s'I, it's jest a few old frien's they've gotten togetheh.
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