Woon't some o' the neighbors come and offer to set up, without waitin' to be asked ?" "Oh, that's all right, mother.

The men 'll attend to that.

Don't you bother any," Mela coaxed, and she kept her arm round her mother, with tender patience.
"Why, Mely, child! I can't feel right to have it left to hirelin's so.
But there ain't anybody any more to see things done as they ought.

If Coonrod was on'y here--" "Well, mother, you are pretty mixed!" said Mela, with a strong tendency to break into her large guffaw.

But she checked herself and said: "I know just how you feel, though.