"Just now you spoke of your uncle," said Potter; "do you live with him?"
"Yes, sir. My daddy an' mammy wuz drownded a long time ergo, in the river up yander at the fo'd. Did you come that er way?"
"Yes."
"Did you see er tall rock stickin' up outen the groun'?"
"I think I did."
"Wall, I put that rock thar when I got big ernuff. It's ther tombstone."
"Are they buried there?"
"No; they wuz washed erway, an' never wuz found, an' I put that rock thar becaze it is the place whar they wuz last seed. Thar's a caterpiller on yo' neck. Let me bresh him off."
"John, I rather like you."
"Much erbleeged ter you, sir."