He come forth on a arrand of that sort, and he seem to 'a been disappointed.

A very fine young chap I call him, for to try to do it still, howsomever his mind might be wandering.

Missy, keep his head up." I did as I was told, and watched poor Firm as if my own life hung upon any sign of life in him.

When I look back at these things, I think that fright and grief and pity must have turned an excitable girl almost into a real woman.

But I had no sense of such things then.
"I tell you he ain't dead," cried Martin; "no more dead than I be.