"Yep."
Mrs. Longman threw her eyes on Tessibel.
"If she air happy, what air ye cryin' for?"
"'Cause it air lonely for ye and Satisfied without her and the brat. I knows, 'cause I ain't had Daddy in such a long time."
"We was lookin' for Myry back, but not like—"
Tess broke in upon her words.
"Mammy Longman, I air a-carin' for a little chap what ain't goin' to live, and I wants a dress to take him to the church. Will ye let me have one?"
Mrs. Longman sat up, a new interest dawning in her faded eyes.
"To a church? Why to a church? He ain't dead yet, air he?"
"Nope; but his ma wants him took to the church where the Huly Ghost air, to have the water put on him.... Can I take the dress?"