"Good-bye," sez I. "If I don't see you ag'in, you'll find some
other lover that will appreciate you, though I am fur away."

They didn't answer me back, none on 'em, but I felt that they
understood me. The pines whispered sunthin' to each other, and
the brook put its moist lips up to the pebbly shore and whispered
sunthin' to the grasses that bent down to hear it. I don't know
exactly what it wuz, but it wuz sunthin' friendly I know, for I
felt it speak right through the soft, summer sunshine into my
heart. They couldn't exactly tell what they felt towards me, and
I couldn't exactly tell what I felt towards them, yet we
understood each other; curi'us, haint it?

Wall, we got into the carriage ag'in, one of her relatives
gettin' down to open the door. They knew what good manners is;
I'll say that for 'em. And Miss Flamm took her dog into her arms
seemin'ly glad to get holt of him ag'in, and kissed it several
times with a deep love and devotedness. She takes good care of
that dog. And what makes it harder for her to handle him is, her
dress is so tight, and her sleeves. I s'pose that is why she
can't breathe any better, and what makes her face and hands red,
and kinder swelled up. She can't get her hands to her head to
save her, and if a assassin should strike her, she couldn't raise
her arm to ward off the blow if he killed her. I s'pose it
worrys her.

And she has to put her bunnet on jest as quick as she gets her
petticoats on, for she can't lift he arms to save her life after
she gets her corsets on. She owned up to me once that it made