I used ter ask him, often 'n' often, what made him so offish to sum folks, when I knew he hadn't the least thing agin 'em; and he allers said, sez he, 'Well, I can't tell ye nothin' about it, only jest this is the way 't is: I can't talk to 'em; they sort o' shet me up, like.

I don't feel nateral, somehow, when they're round!'" "O mother!" exclaimed Mercy, "I think I must be just like father.

That is exactly the way I feel so often.

When I get with some people, I feel just as if I had been changed into somebody else.

I can't bear to open my mouth.