"'What's your name?' s'I.
"''Leven,' s'she.
"'Leaven,' s'I, 'like the Bible?'
"'Huh?' s'she.
"'Why—oh, 'leven',' s'I, 'that ain't a name at all. That's a number.'
"'I know it,' s'she, indiffer'nt, 'that was me. I was the 'leventh, an' they'd run out a'ready.'
"'For the land,' s'I, simple.
"An' that just about summed her up. They seemed to 'a' run out o' everything, time she come.
"She hadn't been taught a thing but eat an' drink. Them was her only arts. Excep' for one thing: When I ask' her what she could do, if any, she says like she had on the street corner:—
"'I can't do nothin'. I donno no work.'