I can't bear to think that any human being has ever suffered so.
Please don't ever speak of cancers again." Mrs.Carr looked puzzled and a little vexed, as she answered, "Well, I reckon they've got to be talked about a good deal, fust and last, 's long 's there's so many dies on 'em.

But I don't know 's you 'n' I've got any call to dwell on 'em much.

You've got dreadful quick feelin's, Mercy, ain't you?
You allus was orful feelin' for everybody when you wuz little, 'n' I don't see 's you've outgrowed it a bit.

But I expect it's thet makes you sech friends with folks, an' makes you such a good gal to your poor old mother.

Kiss me, child," and Mrs.Carr lifted up her face to be kissed, as a child lifts up its face to its mother.