How old is she, for the land sakes ?" Zoeth told them the visitor's age.
"Well, maybe so," went on Isaiah, "but she don't talk seven; nigher seventeen, if you ask me.

Pumpin' me about funerals, she was, and about folks dyin' and so on.

Said she cal'lated she'd have a doll's funeral some time.

'For mercy sakes, what for ?' I says.

'Can't you think up anything pleasanter'n that to play?
That kind of game would give me the blue creeps!' She, thought that over--she generally thinks about a thing for five minutes afore she talks about it--and says she, 'I know,' she says, 'but a person must go to funerals and so it's better to get used to 'em and know how to behave.