"I ain't got nothin' but time an' I sho' ain't a gonter was'e none er that," she would say. "When han's is got ter do the wuck of han's an' feet too, they is fo'ced ter labor overtime. I don' need much sleep an' I of'en draps off when I'm a tattin'. I ain't never been able ter tell whether I tats in my sleep or not. Sometimes I thinks I does, 'cause they'll be a mighty big pile er trimmin' on the baid in the mawnin'. As fer knittin': One time I tu'ned a sock heel in my sleep. I knows I did 'cause I wa' a dreamin' an' my dream wa' all mixed up with that there sock heel. It seemed lak little Miss Beck baby an' me wa' knittin' a tremenjous sock. Back an' fo'th we went, pretty nigh over the whole place as fur down as the Rapidan an' it seemed lak the business of the fambly wa' kinder mixed up in our stitches an a lot depended on how we tu'ned the heel. An' Miss Beck baby, by the time we got ter the heel, tuk the needles out'n my han's an', fo' Gawd, she tu'ned as pretty a heel as you ever seed! Jes' then I woke up an' bless Bob but it wa' daylight an' the heel er the sock wa' finished an' I wa' on the downward road to'ads the toe. An' Si Johnson wa' a fussin' an' grumblin' 'ca'se he said I wa' a clickin' needles all night a interruptin' er his slumbers. So, I knows I knits in my sleep."
