And, Isabelle, I must go." And she did.
[Illustration: "Why, there stands Pa, and he wants me to git up and go with him."] And Isabelle wuz left alone.
They wuz buried in one grave.

And the funeral sermon, they say, wuz enough to melt a stun, if there had been any stuns round where they could hear it.
Isabelle didn't hear it (don't git the idee that I am a-wantin' to compare her to a stun; no, fur from it).

She wuz a-layin' to home on a bed, with her sad eyes bent on nothin'ess and emptiness and utter desolation, so it seemed to her.
But after a time she begun to pick up a little, judgin' from her letters to her brother Krit.

He had to leave her jest after the funeral on account of his business; for, civil as it wuz, it had to be tended to..