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You all hearn me: he's crazy, s'I; everything shows it, s'I. Look at that-air grindstone, s'I; want to tell ME't any cretur 't's in his right mind 's a goin' to scrabble all them crazy things onto a grindstone, s'I? Here sich 'n' sich a person busted his heart; 'n' here so 'n' so pegged along for thirty-seven year, 'n' all that natcherl son o' Louis somebody, 'n' sich everlast'n rubbage.
'Poorhouse, s'I. 'My land! An' I out the gate an' run alongside of him, an' he sort o' slowed down for me, courteous. "Then I noticed it was Eb Goodnight lonelier'n ever now that his employer hed died that day. I'd never see Eb hustle that much before, an' the thought went through my head, kind o' wonderin', that he was runnin' as if the fire was a real relation o' his an' he was sent for.
And the place was plum full of farmers and farmers' wives, to dinner; and such another clack a body never heard. Old Mrs. Hotchkiss was the worst; her tongue was a-going all the time. She says: "Well, Sister Phelps, I've ransacked that-air cabin over, an' I b'lieve the nigger was crazy. I says to Sister Damrell didn't I, Sister Damrell? s'I, he's crazy, s'I them's the very words I said.
"Eb sighed, like he'd got my refusal Eb was one o' the kind that always thinks, if it clouds up, 't the sun is down on 'em personally. "'Oh, s'I, bold an' swift, 'you great big ridiculous man! "An' I'm blest if he didn't agree to that. "'I know I'm ridiculous, s'he, noddin', sad. 'I know I'm that, Miss Cally.
An' there I was, plump against Elspie, standin' holdin' her arms 'round the tree trunk an' shiverin' some. "'Elspie, s'I, 'why, you poor child. "'No need to rub that in, s'she, tart. It's the one word the county charges gets sensitive about an' Eb, he seemed to sense that, an' he ask' her, hasty, how the fire started.
But, s'I, without waitin' for 'em to bu'st out, 'there's more important business than that afoot for the marshal; an' then I told 'em about Sum Merriman's flowers. 'An', s'I, 'you'd better come an' see about that now an' let Eppleby an' the others take down the inmates, an' you go after 'em on the 8.05. It ain't often, s'I, crafty, 'that we get a thief in Friendship.
But when I see the grove all lightened up with those Chinee lanterns, I laughed, an' s'I to motheh, s'I, 'I don't know what it is, but whatev' it is, it's the biggest thing of its kind we've eveh treed in the fifty years that's brought us to this golden hour! An' with that po' motheh, she just had to let go all ho-holts; heh heh cup run oveh.
"Forevermore!" that great Amanda said, turning from her stove of savoury skillets; "ain't you the stranger? Timothy says only to-day, speakin' o' you, 'She ain't ben here for a week, s'e. 'Week! s'I; 'it's goin' on two. I'm a great hand to keep track. Throw off your things." At that I began to feel her influence.
He's plumb crazy, s'I; it's what I says in the fust place, it's what I says in the middle, 'n' it's what I says last 'n' all the time the nigger's crazy crazy 's Nebokoodneezer, s'I." "An' look at that-air ladder made out'n rags, Sister Hotchkiss," says old Mrs. Damrell; "what in the name o' goodness COULD he ever want of "
You all hearn me: he's crazy, s'I; everything shows it, s'I. Look at that-air grindstone, s'I; want to tell ME't any cretur 't's in his right mind 's a goin' to scrabble all them crazy things onto a grindstone, s'I? Here sich 'n' sich a person busted his heart; 'n' here so 'n' so pegged along for thirty-seven year, 'n' all that natcherl son o' Louis somebody, 'n' sich everlast'n rubbage.
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