Unfortunately, events would occur which required action, or which
raised new questions before she had had time to solve those
originally presented; yet it would be hard to fancy a more tranquil
order of things than that of which she was a humble part.

The cabin was shaded by grand old oaks and pines, through which the
afternoon sun shone in mild radiance, streaming into the doorway and
making a broad track of light over the uneven floor. But Aun' Jinkey
kept back in the congenial dusk, oblivious to the loveliness of
nature without. At last she removed her pipe from her mouth and
revealed her mental processes in words.

"In all my projeckin' dat chile's wuss'n old mars'r en miss, en de
wah, en de preachin'. I kin kin' ob see troo dem, en w'at dey
dribin' at, but dat chile grow mo' quare en on'countable eb'y day.
Long as she wus took up wid her doll en tame rabbits en pony dar
wa'n't no circum'cutions 'bout her, en now she am all circum'cution.
Not'n gwine 'long plain wid her. She like de run down dar--but win'
en win' ez ef hit had ter go on, en hit couldn't mek up hits min'
which way ter go. Sometime hit larfin' in de sun en den hit steal
away whar you kyant mos' fin' hit. Dat de way wid Miss Lou. She seem
right hyar wid us--she only lil gyurl toder day--en now she 'clinin'
to notions ob her own, en she steal away to whar she tink no one see
her en tink on heaps ob tings. Won'er ef eber, like de run, she
wanter go way off fum us?

"Ole mars'r en ole miss dunno en doan see not'n. Dey kyant. Dey
tinks de worl' al'ays gwine des so, dat means de way dey tink hit
orter go. Ef hit go any oder way, de worl's wrong, not dey. I ain'
sayin' dey is wrong, fer I ain' des tink dat all out'n. 'Long ez she