Jest like as not, he'll take 'em all away.

I know thar ways--mean as dirt, they is! Wal, now, yer flannels for rhumatis is in this corner; so be careful, 'cause there won't nobody make ye no more.
Then here's yer old shirts, and these yer is new ones.

I toed off these yer stockings last night, and put de ball in 'em to mend with.

But Lor! who'll ever mend for ye ?" and Aunt Chloe, again overcome, laid her head on the box side, and sobbed.

"To think on 't! no crittur to do for ye, sick or well! I don't railly think I ought ter be good now!" The boys, having eaten everything there was on the breakfast-table, began now to take some thought of the case; and, seeing their mother crying, and their father looking very sad, began to whimper and put their hands to their eyes.