Drusilla frankly wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Dr. Eaton, you almost make me cry. But where'll I put 'em?"
"How big is this house? You don't use it all, do you?"
"Use it all! Well, I should say not. I feel like a pea in a tin can shakin' around loose. Young man, there's twelve empty bedrooms in this place and I don't know how many other rooms that's goin' to waste."
"There you are! Why not fill them up? Of what use are they lying empty?"
"That's what I often think, and I wonder why one old woman's got so many rooms when there's lots of people ain't got no place to go. It don't seem jest right."
"Of course it isn't right. You've too much; a great many have nothing. Now even up."
"Who'll I git to take care of 'em?"
"We'll have to figure that out."
"We'll have to figure it out mighty sudden. I got them young ones pretty well passeled out among the hired help, and they ain't enjyin' them so much as I am. First thing I know the hull cahoots of 'em'll leave, though speakin' for a few of 'em it wouldn't cause me to go to an early grave to be shet of some of 'em."