She wuz all fagged out, but under the fag you could see that expression of perennial good nature and love to man.
She said she'd been readin' all day to grandpa Huff and as near as I could make out he'd kep' her right down to them blood-curdlin' chapters where they fried the martyrs in ile and briled 'em on grid-irons.

She looked dretful tired and I told her I wouldn't gin in and read such stuff all day.
But she said Mr.Huff wuz anxious to hear it and she wuz perfectly willin' and more than willin' to please him, for sez she smilin' in a queer sort of a way and sort o' bridlin' a little, "I'm anxious to do anything for him I can because I love him devotedly." I wuz fairly stunted.

"Love him ?" sez I, "why how long ago wuz it that you loved his grandchild passionately?
Why," sez I, "Blandina, you seem to rob the cradle and the grave for objects of affection." "Yes, I did love Billy with perfect devotion till I found that my affection wuz driven back like a dove from the rest it fain would made in his youthful heart, and now it has settled down upon his grandpa's bosom.

Mr.Huff needs a companion, Aunt Samantha.

He needs a tender female companion to journey by his side over the rough pathway of life.
And, oh, I do feel that this world is a cold rough place and my heart, like that wanderin' dove I spoke on, sithes to find rest." "Well," sez I reasonably, "mebby a dove would be safe to rest on grandpa Huff, but I don't believe he could stand the weight of a hen.