nobody's table.'' Somebody suggested
sending the family to the poor-house.
The mother said ``she'd go out on her
crutches and hoe corn fust, and that the
people who talked 'bout sendin' her to
the po'-house had better save their breath
to make prayers with.'' One day she
was hired to do some washing. The
mistress of the house happened not to
rise until ten o'clock. Next morning
the mountain woman did not appear
until that hour. ``She wasn't goin' to
work a lick while that woman was
a-layin' in bed,'' she said, frankly. And
when the lady went down town, she too
disappeared. Nor would she, she
explained to Grayson, ``while that woman
was a-struttin' the streets.''

After that, one by one, they let her
alone, and the woman made not a word
of complaint. Within a week she was
working in the fields, when she should
have been back in bed. The result
was that the child sickened again.
The old look came back to its face,
and Grayson was there night and day.
He was having trouble out in Kentucky
about this time, and he went
to the Blue Grass pretty often. Always,