- —I've seen 'em. That is when he is nagged at. Tamer
Ann nags at Jack more'n half the time.
Jack loves his mother, and that is why the naggin's reach right through the little blue jacket and touches his heart. And the tremblin' onhappiness of the heart makes the blue eyes shet about half up in a forlorn way, and the red lips quiver. I've seen 'em. Why, good land! Jack hain't much more than a baby anyway, only about six and a half years old. He's a stout little feller, and most always wears a dark blue cloth suit with a little sailor hat sot kinder back on his curls if he puts it on himself. And I don't want to see a better lookin' boy than Jack is. His father is my cousin on my own side.
Hamen Archibald Smith, old Elder Archibald Smith's boy. Hamen is well off, he owns a big farm and a shingle mill up in Zoar, about seven miles from Jonesville on the old State Road. Hamen's wife is a female he got acquainted with while he wuz away to school (Hamen is high learnt). His father sent him away for upwards of seven months to a high school, and then he got acquainted with Tamer Ann Bodley and married her. She wuz from a high family, she herself is over six feet high and spindlin' in figger. She wuz to school to the same place. She had been there over nine weeks when Hamen got acquainted with her.
Their love wuz sudden and voyalent, and they married at the expiration of the term and left school and sot up housekeepin', both of 'em bein' high learnt, and havin' traveled. Why, they went over forty milds on their weddin' tower. And the high school where they got acquainted wuz upwards of thirty milds from Zoar.
Havin' had all these advantages and bein' forehanded,
