"Can we do anything for her?" Potter asked.
"I'se erfeered not; but I kaint think, sah, dat she's so much wus ter day. Yeres de genermen, Jule. You wanted me to call 'em."
She smiled in reply. Alf knelt beside the bed. "You doan feel so much wus, does you, honey?"
"No, sah; I feels much better."
"Thank de Lawd fur dat. Set down, genermen. Oh, I tole you dat doctor didn' know whut he talkin' 'bout. Is you sufferin' much pain, little gal?"
"No, sah; none er tall. Whut time is it?"
"Bout 12 o'clock."
"I thought it wuz day. Ain't dat de sun shinin' dar ergin de wall?"
"No; dat's de light frum dem holes in de stove."
"I thought de fire wuz out," she replied. "It's so col' in yere."