He chased all her ducks one day around the yard till most of them died.

And not one thing would he do for us.

Sometimes, you know, he'll make himself quite handy, bringing in pails of water and wood.

But this week if we sent him to the well he'd try to climb down into it.

I thought once, 'If you'd only shoot down there head-first everything would be nicely settled.'" "Oh, Miss Cornelia!" "Now, you needn't Miss Cornelia me, Anne, dearie.