lawyer, I don't beliebe he'd leabe yer as much as a sassinger or a hasslet!—a mean thing—ha! I 'spize him! But, Alice, where will yer keep yer critters?"
"I don't just know, Winny. That is what I came out to ask you about. Don't you think we could contrive to make a hen-coop out of the farther end of the wood-shed? I mean if it were parted off. You don't make much use of that end of it, do you?"
"Not a bit ob use. I on'y keeps my soap-barr'l an' my ashes ober there; I kin fotch my soap ober this side jest as well as not, an' my ashes. Folks talks 'bout not wantin' to hab their ashes 'sturbed; law for me, I don't mind it a mite. 'Sturb 'urn as much as yer like."
"Well, then, if we could get it parted off, wouldn't it make a nice hen-coop?"
"I should say it would be splenderous!"
"But, Winny, do you think grandmother will be willing?"
"I guess she won't be 'ginst nuffin' you want—she don't use to."
"That is true enough, Winny. She is very indulgent. The next thing is, how can we do it?"
