Arter thet we jined corn fiel's an' next year war a powerful good one fer craps an' fruit.
I tended th' chil'n while Becky went fur berries and did her peddlin'.
We ain't a-gettin' rich, but we has a plenty, an' I don't reckon we air got anythin' in a worldly line to ax th' Lord fur he ain't already done give us.
