“You all well?”
“We’re up an’ about, but I’m not feeling well. I have had a pain in my head for several days.”
“Listen at Miss Jule,” said old Matt to herself, as she peeped around the honeysuckle vine, at the end of the porch to catch what was said. “I ain’t never seed her look better nor puttier.”
“How are you all, Capt. Brown?”
“Just tollerbly well, only; the old woman is grunting a little this morning.”
“Which way is the ’Squire?”
“He’s in the Clay Field, back of the house, where the hoe hands are at work.”
“Have you heard from Mrs. Marler to-day?”
“No, but Sam came by there last night, late, on his way from the post office, and Reuben told him that she was no better. I guess she’s in a right bad way.”