It's sech a blessed sight to see you, and hear your voice and know you're the woman anybody can see you be.

Why I'm so happy when I set here and con-tem'-plate you, I want to cackle like a pullet announcin' her first egg.

Ain't this porch the purtiest place ?" "Come see everything," invited the Girl, rising.
Granny Moreland followed with alacrity.
"Bare floors!" she cried.

"Wouldn't that best you?
I saw they was finished capital when I was over, but I 'lowed they'd be covered afore you come.

Don't you like nice, flowery Brissels carpets, honey ?" "No I don't," said the Girl.