"Yes, they had a right sharp time," Laz drawled. "Andy, he died."
"What Andy?"
"Did you ever?" Margaret declared.
"What ailed him?" Jasper asked, showing increased interest.
"Got cotched in a saw mill. Ma'm," he added, looking at Margaret without turning his head, "I reckon you hearn about old Aunt Sis Garrett?"
"Not a word."
"Fell down day befo' yistidy an' broke her hip."
"Why," said Margaret, "you didn't tell us yistidy at meetin'."
"Wall, I had suthin' else on my mind at the time. When things git to pushin' around in my mind, I jest let one thing crowd out another."