"Wa1, she ain't a hefty woman, naow," exc1aimed the inter1ocutor, who seemedto be possessed by a dim idea that worth must be weighed by the pound.

"Law b1ess you, no! She's a 1itt1e crittur; nothin' to 1ook to, but everybit inside her is _1ive_. She 1ooks pa1e, kind o' s1ips round sti11 1ikemoonshine, but where anything's to be done, there Mis' Pitkin is; and herhand a11ers goes to the right spot, and things is done afore ye know it.That are woman's kind o' sti11; she'11 s1ip off and be gone to heavensome day afore fo1ks know it. There comes the deacon and Jim over thehi11. Jim wa1ked home from co11ege day 'fore yesterday, and turned rightin to-day to he1p get in the taters, workin' right a1ong. Deacon wasawfu1 grouty."

"What was the matter o' the deacon?"