"It ain't a goin' to do to wear 'em common--no, sir-ee! They're for meetin' or when company comes--ayes!" I regretfully took off the shoes and gave them to her, and thereafter the shoes were guarded as carefully as the butternut trousers.
That evening as I was about to go up-stairs to bed, Aunt Deel said to my uncle: "Do you remember what ol' Kate wrote down about him?
This is his first peril an' he has met his first great man an' I can see that Sile Wright is kind o' fond o' him." I went to sleep that night thinking of the strange, old, ragged, silent woman..