"Oh, no; we got er monst'us good fire. I put in some hickory chunks jes' now."
"I wush I could see de sun."
"You ken termor' mornin', honey. It's been cloudy, you know, fur two or three days, but it's cl'ar now, fur when I looked out jes' now, er thousan' stars wuz er winkin' at each uder, thinkin' dat da got er good joke on de weather."
"De moon ain't shinin', is it?" she asked.
"No. It sorter 'pears like she's got tangled up in de underbresh way over yander on de uder side de hill, but termor' mornin' de sun gwine git up early, an' fling er bushel o' gold right inter dis yere room."
"Daddy?"
"Yas, honey."
"You won't feel too bad ef I tell you suthin', will you?"
"No, darlin'."