He cut off a liberal mouthful, and then 'Zeki'l filled and lighted his pipe. It seemed to loosen his tongue somewhat.
"Is Marthy Ann well enough?"
"She's tolerable."
"How many children have you?"
"Three; the girls, Cynthy an' Mary—"
"I remember them."
"An' little Zeke."
'Zeki'l's face flushed.
"Named him for me, 'Lijy?"
"Yes; for you. Cynthy's about grown now, an' a likely girl, I can tell you."