It keeps acomun' and agoun'; and it's so and it ain't so, all at once; that's the plague of it.

Well, father! Ain't you goun' to come ?" "I'm goin' to stay, Mela," said the old man, gently, without moving.
"Get your mother to bed, that's a good girl." "You goin' to set up with him, Jacob ?" asked the old woman.
"Yes, 'Liz'beth, I'll set up.

You go to bed." "Well, I will, Jacob.

And I believe it 'll do you good to set up.

I wished I could set up with you; but I don't seem to have the stren'th I did when the twins died.