"Naw, Benny, naw! 'Tain't nothing but an ole uniform with a stick into it. Just to frighten off them birds. 'Tain't nothing else. Honest, 'tain't, Benny."
He looked up at her out of the corners of his eyes.
"It was waving its arms."
"That's the wind."
"Naw, maw. Waving its arms before the wind it come up."
"Sush, Benny! 'Tain't likely. 'Tain't."
"I was watching, maw. I seen it wave and wave. S'pose it should beckon—; s'pose it should beckon to me. I'd be going, then, maw."
"Sush, Benny."
"I'd fair have to go, maw."
"Leave your mammy? Naw, Ben; naw. You couldn't never go off and leave your mammy. Even if you ain't able to bear this here farm you couldn't go off from your mammy. You couldn't! Not—your—maw—Benny!"