'bout my bein' so proudified 'bout what I sets on, but I can't help it. They's as much diffunce in aigs as they is in folks. I min' one time I got holt er some aigs from ol' Aunt Peachy's gran'son from yonder acrost the river. I mistrusted 'em from the beginnin', an' sho' 'nough you never seed sech a parlous lot as them lil' chick'ns. In the fust place only 'bout half er them hatched an' then what did come through, come through at all kin's of odd times. I was a deliverin' those lil' chick'ns for two or three days. Some er them never did grow no feathers an' some er them didn't have they full 'lowance er toes. One er them chick'ns what wa' allowed ter grow up inter a hen wa' all time crowin' jes' lak a rooster an' one er the roosters had a rubber neck jes' lak a gobbler, an' a funny fringe er feathers 'roun' the top er his haid. He sho' did 'semble ol 'Aunt Peachy. He had her grabby ways, too. When Si killed him an' tried ter bile him tender I couldn't eat a mouthful of him. I kep' on a thinkin' er Aunt Peachy an' the good Gawd knows, while I don't want ter say nothin' mean 'bout man or beast, if I had ter eat human flesh, I wouldn't be a choosin' to eat a piece of ol' Aunt Peachy."
Rebecca laughed merrily. "I fancy old Aunt
