"What about?"
"Somethin' you're interested in, my deer. Ther set down. Yer brother es gone away to college edn't a?"
"Yes, he's gone."
"Ah, ould Debrah ev for a long time bin thinkin' 'bout it, my dear."
"About what?"
"'Twas a hawful storm, Maaster Roger, wadn't it, then? People do say that ould women ca'ant do nothin', but, law, that storm wur big enough and bad enough!"
"Do you mean to say that you caused the storm then?"
"No, not me, my dear, but I knawed it wur a comin' ded'n I un? And ded'n I give 'ee warnin', my dear? Ef I dedn't, why she would'n ev bin livin' now."
"Deborah," I said, "you are talking in riddles. If you have anything to tell me, let me know about it."
"Doan't 'ee be vexed, Maaster Roger. Ould Debrah is yer friend, and do want for you to be her friend!"