Yesterday evening, you remember, we could not see the sunset at all, the clouds were so heavy and solid.

The moon will be lovely to-night.

I think I shall wait for it." "You-all best set down then," said Judy, speaking again in her querulous, drawling monotone.

"I'll fetch a chair." She brought a comfortable rustic rocking-chair from the farther end of the porch; then disappeared into the house, to return a moment later with a heavy shawl.
"Hit'll be a-turnin' cold directly, now the sun's plumb down," she said, "an' you-all mustn't get to chillin', nohow." Auntie Sue thanked her with gentle courtesy, and, reaching up, caught the girl's hand as Judy was awkwardly arranging the wrap about the thin old shoulders.

"Won't you bring a chair for yourself, and sit with me awhile, dear ?" As she spoke, Auntie Sue patted the hard, bony hand caressingly.
But Judy pulled her hand away roughly, saying: "You-all ain't got no call ter do sich as that ter me.