I'd take poison if it wa'n't f'r the young ones." "Lucreeshy Burns!" "Oh, I mean it." "Land sakes alive, I b'lieve you're goin' crazy!" "I shouldn't wonder if I was.

I've had enough t' drive an Indian crazy.
Now you jest go off an' leave me 'lone.

I ain't no mind to visit--they ain't no way out of it, an' I'm tired o' tryin' to _find_ a way.

Go off an' let me be." Her tone was so bitterly hopeless that the great, jolly face of Mrs.
Councill stiffened into a look of horror such as she had not known for years.

The children, in two separate groups, could be heard rioting.
Bees were humming around the clover in the grass, and the kingbird chattered ceaselessly from the Lombardy poplar tip.