"It's them Denton kids I'm worryin' about," Abner explained. "They should be put into a good home at once. I really don't know what will become of 'em, to say nuthin' about the widder."
They were in sight of Ash Point now, and Abner directed Belle's attention to his house some distance ahead, nestling among the trees.
"It ain't much of a place," he apologized, "but ye'll git a hearty welcome, lots of room, an' plenty of fresh air. It's a mighty healthy place, if I do say it."
He paused and a peculiar expression suddenly lightened his face. He straightened himself up with a jerk, and brought the palm of his hand down upon his knee with a whack.
"Anything wrong?" Belle enquired.
"Nuthin' but a kink. I have it sometimes an' it makes me kinder queer."
"Where does it affect you?"
"Ginerally in me head."
"That's serious, isn't it? What do you do for it?"
"Jist git out an' make it hustle."