"You know 'xactly where she sat over to this house yesterday morning, when she went by and how she said you were too sweet for anything and how she flew her hand round with with IT on it. You know as well as I do. And it was loose, the di'mond-stone was loose. We didn't either of us know that. We're not to blame if things are loose, and you're not to blame for not having any soul.
Over and over, then tenderly she lowered Thomas Jefferson to the shoe box again. When Aunt Olivia came up in the morning, vaguely alarmed because it was so late and no Rebecca Mary stirring, she had news to tell. Someone going by had told her something. "Well, that woman's found her 'di'mond-stone, how are you feeling this morning, child?