And Gracie, you've been a mighty good girl.

Never done nothin' I wouldn't like, nothin' mean nor underhand nor--" "Hush, uncle! Hush! Please hush!" "Well, you ain't; so why should I hush?
In this--this dream I had, seems 'sif you--seems as if a man come to me and said that you was--It WAS a dream, wa'n't it ?" He tried to rise.

Nat and the doctor started forward.

Grace shrank back.
"Of course it was, cap'n," said the doctor briskly.

"Now you mustn't fret yourself in this way.