I'll go put up de hoss." As the old man went heavily down the porch steps he muttered to himself: "I was feared o' sumfin like dis; I done feel it in my bones." The gentleman took a seat in the parlor where Letty had preceded him with a lamp.

"Reckon ole miss didn't spec' you quite so soon, Mahs' Junius, cos de sorrel hoss is pow'ful slow, and Uncle Isham is mighty keerful ob rocks in de road.

Reckon she's done gone ober to see ole Aun' Patsy, who's gwine to die in two or free days, to take her some red an' yaller pieces for a crazy quilt.

I know she's got some pieces fur her." "Aunt Patsy alive yet ?" exclaimed Master Junius.

"But if she's about to die, what does she want with a crazy quilt ?" "Dat's fur she shroud," said Letty.