CHAPTER V
"GOODNESS gracious, Mis' Smith," excitedly into the house of her next-door neighbour, "you'd ought to seen what I seen jest now."
"Do tell, Mis' Martin! What on airth was it?"
"Oh, I'm shore you 'd never guess in the wide, wide world."
"An' I 'm jest as shore that I ain't a-goin' to pester my head tryin' to so go on an' tell me what it was."
"Lawsy me! what next 'll happen, an' what does things mean, anyhow?"
"I can't tell you. Fur my part, I ain't heerd what things air yit." Mrs. Smith was getting angry.
"My! Mis Smith, don't git so impatient. Give me time to git my breath: it'll be enough, when I do tell you, to take away yore breath, jest like it did mine."
"Sallie Martin, you do beat all fur keepin' a body on the hooks."
