There! What, cryin'?
No more o' that, little one.

Now I'll give you jest five minutes to git on your Sunday-go-t'-meetin' clo'es.

Quick, there goes a rooster.

It's gittin' white in the east." The man turned his back to the window and gazed at the western sky with a wealth of unuttered and unutterable exultation in his heart.

Far off a rooster gave a long, clear blast--would it be answered in the barn?
Yes; some wakeful ear had caught it, and now came the answer, but faint, muffled and drowsy.