Mydora, docked off into "Thancy" for short.

They had risen from the table, and Father Tyler had hastened to his
mother's side as the old lady moved slowly away, and taking her arm, guided
her carefully to the house, for the eyes in the placid old face, looking
apparently straight before her, were stone-blind.

"Come, now, gals," said Mother Tyler, briskly, with the baby in her arms,
"make er hurry 'n' do up th' dishes. Come, Ann Elisabeth, go ter scrapin'
up, 'n', Mandy Calline, pour up th' dish-water."

"Ya'as, yer'd better make er hurry," squeaked "Little Jim," from his perch
in the window, "fer Mandy Calline's spectin' her beau ter-night."

"Ye'd best shet up yer clatter, Jim, lest ye know what yer talkin' erbout,"
retorted Mandy Calline, with a pout, making a dash at him with the
dish-cloth.

"Yer right, Jim," drawled Joseph Zachariah, lounging in the doorway. "I
heerd Zeke White tell 'er he was er-comin' ter-night."

"Mar--" began Mandy Calline, looking at her mother appealingly.

"Shet up, you boys," came in answer. "Zachariah, ha' ye parted th' cows 'n'
calves?"

"No, 'm."

"Then be erbout it straight erway. Jim--you Jeems Henry!"