Margaret, there ain't no use to set around here an' grieve. In this
here world grief never counted fur nuthin' yit. Stir about an' take care
of yo' stock an' you'll feel better. Miz Barker, I seed you a comin' an'
I know'd you'd make things worse, so I come to off-set you. An' now, if
we air goin' to be good friends, let's talk of somethin' pleasant.
Anybody dead over yo' way, Miz Barker--I mean anybody that ought to be?"
This interested Mrs. Barker, and upon the head she tapped into sloth her
rising resentment. "Nobody dead," she said, with a smack of the mouth,
"but Liza Pruitt ain't expected to git well."
"Oh, is that the one they had the talk about consarnin' of the
preacher?"
"Yes, Brother Lane."
"Brother Fool. But atter all, not half as big a fool as she was. I do
think of all the fools in the world the woman that gives the opportunity
for 'em to hitch up her name with a preacher's--she's the biggest. Why,
don't a woman know that everybody is a watchin' of a preacher? But he
feels himself safer than any man in the world.
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