And so I come here to take care of the place; but I can't stay no longer than Tuesday fortnight, as I told Sarah Ann, fur I've got to go to Betsey Cropper's then to help her with her spinnin'; and there's my own things--seven pounds of wool to spin fur Truly Mattherses people, besides two bushel baskets, easy, of carpet-rags to sew, and I want 'em done by the time Miss Jane gits her loom empty, or I'll git no weavin' done this year, and what do you think?
I've had another visitor to-day, and your comin' right afterwards kind o' struck me as mighty queer, both bein' Akeville people, so to speak tho' it's been a long day since he's been there, and you'll never guess who it was, fur it was George Mason." And she stopped and wiped her face with her calico apron.
"So George Mason was here, was he ?" said Tony.

"Where is he now ?" "Oh! he's gone," replied Cousin Maria.

"It wasn't more 'n ten or fifteen minutes before you came in, and he was a-sittin' here talking about ole times--he's rougher than he was, guess he didn't learn no good down there in Mississippi--when all ov a sudden he got up an' took his hat and walked off.

Well, that was jist like George Mason.

He never had much manners, and would always just as soon go off without biddin' a body good-by as not." "You didn't notice which way he went, did you ?" asked Tony.
"Yes, I did," said Cousin Maria; "he went out o' the back door, and along the edge of the woods, and he was soon out of sight, fur George has got long legs, as you well know; and the last I saw of him was just out there by that fence.