All he would say was that Ricks Wilson had not done the shooting, and that he could say no more.
A wave of indignation swept the town.

Almost the only friend who was not turned foe was Aunt Melvy.

Her large philosophy of life held that all human beings were "chillun," and "chillun was bound to act bad sometimes." She left others to struggle with Sandy's moral welfare and devoted herself to his physical comfort.
With a clear conscience she carried to her home flour, sugar, and lard from the Hollises' store-room, and sat up nights in her little cabin at "Who'd 'a' Thought It" to bake dumplings, rolls, and pies for her "po' white chile." Sandy felt some misgivings about the delicacies which she brought, and one day asked her where she made them.
"I makes 'em out home," she declared stoutly.

"I wouldn't cook nuffin' fer you on Miss Sue's stove while she's talkin' 'bout you lak she is.
She 'lows she don't never want to set eyes on you ag'in as long as she lives." "Has the judge asked for me ?" said Sandy.
"Yas, sir; but de doctor he up and lied.

He tol' him you'd went back to de umerversity.