Dr.Fenner always stopped when he passed, if he had a minute, and if he hadn't, mother sent some one to the gate with buttermilk and slices of bread and butter, and jelly an inch thick.

When a meal was almost cooked she heaped some on a plate and he ate as he drove and left the plate next time he passed.
Often he was so dead tired, he was asleep in his buggy, and his old gray horse always stopped at our gate.
I ended with "Amen," because I wanted to know if they had been listening; so I climbed the fence, ran down the lane behind the bushes, and hid a minute.

Sure enough they had! I suppose I had been so in earnest I hadn't heard a sound, but it's a wonder Hezekiah hadn't told me.

He was always seeing something to make danger signals about.

He never let me run on a snake, or a hawk get one of the chickens, or Paddy Ryan come too close.