"Haul this bunnet straight, quick's ever you can.

Hurt?
No, no! I ain't hurt none but my feelin's.

Hurry UP! S'pose I want them men folks to see me with everything all hind side to ?" Miss Dawes, relieved to find that the accident had had no serious consequences, and trying her hardest not to laugh, assisted the widow to rearrange her wearing apparel.

The blacksmith and his helper came running up the hill.
"Hello, Debby!" hailed the former.

"What's the matter?
Hurt, be you ?" Mrs.Beasley, whether she heard or not, did not deign to reply.
"Get my horn out of that carriage," she ordered.