Having been a teacher she was better educated and smarter than the rest of us, and so she was more sensitive like.

She can't understand she was loving a dream.

So I say it might do her good if somebody that knew, could tell her, but I swear to gracious, I never could.

I've heard her out at the edge of that quagmire calling in them wild spells of hers off and on for the last sixteen years, and imploring the swamp to give him back to her, and I've got out of bed when I was pretty tired, and come down to see she didn't go in herself, or harm you.

What she feels is too deep for me.