And there's mercies.

When you've had a husband in his bed for fower year, miss, and he's took at last, you'll _know_." She nodded emphatically.

Marcella laughed.
"I know you were very fond of him, Mrs.Jellison, and looked after him very well, too." "Oh, I don't say nothin' about that," said Mrs.Jellison, hastily.

"But all the same you kin reckon it up, and see for yoursen.

Fower year--an' fire upstairs, an' fire downstairs, an' fire all night, an' soomthin' allus wanted.