She got de hot water, an' she dipped de flannels in it, an' she wrop up de ankle all herse'f, an' when she got him all fixed comfable in de offis, she says to me, says she, 'Now, Isham, you wait on Mister Crof', an' you gib him eberything he want, an' when de cool ob de ebenin' comes on you make a fire in dat fireplace, an' stay whar he kin call you wheneber he wants you to wait on him.' I didn't eben come down h'yar till I axed him would he want me fur half an hour." "Well," said Aunt Patsy, her eyes softening a little, "p'raps she didn't do it dis time.

It mout a been his own orkardness.

I hopes to mussiful goodness dat dat was so.

But wot fur you call him Mister Crof'?
Is dat he fus' name ?" "I reckon so," said Isham.

"He one ob de fam'ly now, an' I reckon dey calls him by he fus' name.