Submit's heart begun to flutter, and her face grew red and then white, and she sez in a little fine tremblin' voice,
“Who be you?”
And he sez,
“I am Samuel Danker.”
And then they say she fainted dead away, and fell over the rockin' chair, he not bein' near enough to ketch her.
And he brung her to on a burnt feather that fell out of the chair cushion when she fell. There wuz a small hole in it, so they say, and the feather oozed out.
I don't tell this for truth, I only say that they say thus and so.
