“W'y, don't you know nothin' 'bout conjurin'?”
“Nothing at all.”
“I thought you bein' a doctor's wife would know things like that.”
“I don't believe my husband practises conjuring much.”
“Well, Uncle Peter takes the Bible, and opens it, and says some words over it, and pretty soon the bleedin' stops.”
“Which stops it, the Bible or the words?”
“W'y—both I reckon, but the words does the most of it. They're the charm and nobody knows 'em but him.”
“Where did he learn them?”
“His father was a conjurer and when he died he tol' the words to Uncle Peter an' give the power to him.”
“Did he come up here to conjure you?” asked the doctor.