even my worst enemy, if I had one, but then nobody would believe him, anyway, for he would be a perfect liar. But, as I wuz sayin', I looked down on 'em, Maggie's face looked white and sweet out of the muslins and laces round her, the bed wuz white as snow, and so wuz she, and the baby wuz white. And Maggie's soul wuz white, I knew, white as snow, and so wuz Thomas Jefferson's, his morals are sound, extremely sound and light colored, and the baby's, God bless it! I knew wuz like the newly driven snow fallin' down onto the peaceful earth that blessed day, and so, sez I kinder soft:
"We'll call the baby Snow."
And I bent down and kissed Maggie, and Thomas Jefferson kissed us both, and the thing wuz done, their little girl wuz named Snow. And I said, "Try to bring her up so's the name will be appropriate to her."
And they both on 'em said they would, and they did. Oh, what a beautiful child that wuz, but it melted away like its namesake in a April day, drawn up to its native heaven by the warm sun of God's love, and when this baby come to fill its place I wanted it called Snow, and they all did, and that's its name, she is a very beautiful child, and they are bringin' her up beautiful. Her behavior for a child ten months of age is the most exemplary I ever see (with the exception of my other grandchildren), it is a perfect pattern to other children to see that child behave.
I despise now, and always have despised, the idee of grandparents bein' so took up with their grandchildren that they can't see their faults, it is dretful to witness such folly. But, as I have said to Josiah and to others, "What are you goin' to do when there hain't any faults to see? How be you a-goin' to see 'em?" Why, there
