A right smart moodish feller Seth was, no
Mistakin’ thet; I’ve offen saw ’t myself
An’ heerd ’is naybers tell. Some mornin’s he
Would git up with a feelin’ he must jes’
Be let alone an’ not be ast ter dew
One solitary thing by ennyone,
No matter who. He tried Almiry (that’s
Mis’ Watts) more’n she’d let on. I reckon tho’
She didn’t git ter onderstand him’s much
She might; ’f she’d left ’im be ontil he come