“I don't see why we have such luck,” she said, “an' just when we was a-gittin' sich a nice start. Now, he can't work in his clearin', an' if he don't git his clearin' done this winter, we won't have no crop, an' I don't know what'll become of us.”
The man began to chew his lip.
“Don' cry, Susie,” he said.
“Yes, I'll cry,” replied the woman, “for here's me an' the baby with nothin', and you laid up.”
“Maybe I ain't hurt so bad,” the man suggested.
The woman continued to cry.
“I know better'n that, you're hurt bad.”
“Where were you going?” said the School-teacher.
“We were a-goin' to the doctor,” replied the woman. “We thought we'd make as far as the mill, an' he could wait there, an' I could git Sally to keep the baby while I went after the doctor.”
“How far is it to the doctor?”