The deacon wouldn't know himself without her; nor wouldn't none of them boys, they just live out of her; she kind o' keeps 'em all up." "Wal, she ain't a hefty woman, naow," said the interlocutor, who seemed to be possessed by a dim idea that worth must be weighed by the pound.
"Law bless you, no! She's a little crittur; nothin' to look to, but every bit in her is _live_.

She looks pale, kind o' slips round still like moonshine, but where anything's to be done, there Mis' Pitkin is; and her hand allers goes to the right spot, and things is done afore ye know it.
That are woman's kind o' still; she'll slip off and be gone to heaven some day afore folks know it.

There comes the deacon and Jim over the hill.

Jim walked home from college day 'fore yesterday, and turned right in to-day to help get in the taters, workin' right along.

Deacon was awful grouty." "What was the matter o' the deacon ?" "Oh, the mortgage kind o' works him.