Grace was serious now and she voiced the matter which had been uppermost in her mind since she left home.
"Aunt Keziah," she said, "why do you go away?
What makes you?
Is it absolutely necessary ?" "Why do I go?
Why, for the same reason that the feller that was hove overboard left the ship--cause I can't stay.

You've got to have vittles and clothes, even in Trumet, and a place to put your head in nights.
Long's Sol was alive and could do his cobblin' we managed to get along somehow.

What I could earn sewin' helped, and we lived simple.

But when he was taken down and died, the doctor's bills and the undertaker's used up what little money I had put by, and the sewin' alone wouldn't keep a healthy canary in bird seed.

Dear land knows I hate to leave the old house I've lived in for fourteen years and the town I was born in, but I've got to, for all I see.