“Then be erbout it straight erway. Jim—you Jeems Henry!”
“Ya'as, 'm,” from outside the window.
“Go 'n' shet up the hen-'ouse, 'n' see ef th' black hen 'n' chickens ha' gone ter roost in there. She'll keep stayin' out o' nights till th' fox 'll grab 'er. Now, chillen, make 'er hurry 'n' git thee in here. Come, Thaney gal, we'll go in th' house 'n' find pappy 'n' gra'mammy. Susan Jane, come fetch th' baby's ole quilt 'n' spread it down on th' floor fer 'er”; and Mother Tyler repaired to the house with the baby in her arms.
“Why, mother, ye in here by yerself? I tho't Jeems Henry was with yer.”
“Ya'as, Malviny, he was tell er minit ergo, 'n' he stepped out to th' lot,” replied the old lady, in tones so like the expression of her face, mildly calm, that it was a pleasure to hear her speak.
“Ha! ye got thet baby wi' ye?”
“Ya'as, 'm.”
“I wish ye'd put her on my lap. Gra'mammy 'ain't had 'er none ter-day.”
“Ya'as, 'm, in er minit. Run, Susan Jane, 'n' fetch er cloth ter wipe 'er face 'n' han's; they're that stuck up wi' merlasses, ter say nothin' o' dirt. Therey, therey, now! Mammy's gal don't want ter hev 'er face washed? Hu! tu! tu! Thaney mustn't cry so. Where's Jeff? Here, Jeff—here, Jeff! Ole bugger-man, come down the chimbly 'n' ketch this bad gal. You'd better hush. I tell yer he's er-comin'. Here, Susan Jane, take th' cloth. There, gra'mammy; there's jest es sweet er little gal es ye'd find in er dog's age.” And the old lady at once cuddled the little one in her arms, swinging back and forth in her home-made rocker, and crooning an old-time baby song.
“Here, Susan Jane, han' me my knittin' from th' table, 'n' go 'n' tell Jim ter pitch in some pine knots 'n' make er light in here, 'n' be quick erbout it”; and Mother Tyler settled herself in another home-made rocker and began to knit rapidly.