Your father wouldn't never tell what he gin for 't.

Oh, my! it don't seem any longer ago 'n yesterday," and the old woman wiped her eyes on her apron, and struggling up on her feet took the whistle again from Mercy's hands.
"How old would my brother Caley be now, if he had lived, mother ?" said Mercy, anxious to bring her mother gently back to the present.
"Well, let me see, child.

Why, Caley--Caley, he'd be--How old am I, Mercy?
Dear me! hain't I lost my memory, sure enough, except about these ere old things?
They seem's clear's daylight." "Sixty-five last July, mother," said Mercy.

"Don't you know I gave you your new specs then ?" "Oh, yes, child,--yes.

Well, I'm sixty-five, be I?
Then Caley,--Caley, he'd be, let me see--you reckon it, Mercy.