Well if that don't 'beat the nation! Ain't them Marthy's old blue dishes ?" "Let me show you!" The Girl opened the little cupboard and exhibited the willow ware.

The eyes of the old woman began to sparkle.
"Foundation or no foundation, I do hope them ramparts is a go!" she cried.

"If Marthy Langston is squintin' over them and she sees her old chany put in a fine cupboard, and her little shawl round as purty a girl as ever stepped, and knows her boy is gittin' what he deserves, good Lord, she'll be like to oust the Almighty, and set on the throne herself! 'Bout everythin' in life was a disappointment to her, 'cept David.

Now if she could see this! Won't I rub it into the neighbours?
And my boys' wives!" "I don't understand," said the bewildered Girl.
"'Course you don't, honey," explained the visitor.

"It's like this: I don't know anybody, man or woman, in these parts, that ain't rampagin' for CHANGE.