But some day--some day I shall jest b'ile over; and when I do, of course it'll be good-by Nancy for me.

It will, it will." Old Tom shook his head.
"I know.

I've felt it.

It's nart'ral--but 'tain't best, child; 'tain't best.

Take my word for it, 'tain't best." And again he bent his old head to the work before him.
"Nancy!" called a sharp voice.
"Y-yes, ma'am," stammered Nancy; and hurried toward the house..