He's lame, ye know, an' he thought the world an' all of David's playin'.
"'Course, there's you an' Miss Holbrook, always askin' an' sendin' things--but that ain't so strange, 'cause you was 'specially his friends.

But it's them others what beats me.

Why, some days it's 'most ev'ry soul I meet, jest askin' how he is, an' sayin' they hopes he'll git well.

Sometimes it's kids that he's played to, an' I'll be triggered if one of 'em one day didn't have no excuse to offer except that David had fit him--'bout a cat, or somethin'-- an' that ever since then he'd thought a heap of him--though he guessed David didn't know it.

Listen ter that, will ye! "An' once a woman held me up, an' took on turrible, but all I could git from her was that he'd sat on her doorstep an' played ter her baby once or twice;--as if that was anythin'! But one of the derndest funny ones was the woman who said she could wash her dishes a sight easier after she'd a-seen him go by playin'.