It is like a bad dream, when you dream you can't move hand nor foot, all the time they're in the room with me." "Well, I thank the Lord, I don't never take such notions about people," said Mrs.Carr, settling herself back in her chair, and beginning to make her needles fly.

"Nobody don't never trouble me much, one way or the other.

For my part, I think folks is alike as peas.

We shouldn't hardly know 'em apart, if 't wa'n't for their faces." Mercy was about to reply, "Why, mother, you just said that I was queer; and this old man was queer; and my father must have been queer, too." But she glanced at the placid old face, and forbore.

There was a truth as well as an untruth in the inconsistent sayings, and both lay too deep for the childish intellect to grasp.
Mercy was impatient to go at once to see their new home; but she could not induce her mother to leave the house.
"O Mercy!" she exclaimed pathetically, "ef yer knew what a comfort 't was to me jest to set still in a chair once more.