"Charmingly indefinite," said Mrs. Mayfield and Jim, his eyes set, nodded to her. Tom declared himself willing to bet that Mose was a good fellow, "and I don't want to be impertinent," he ventured to remark, "but do you know they can cure stammering now? They can." "Y--y--y--yes, I kik--kik--kik--know. I tuck--tuck some l--l--l--lessons once a--a--a--and was kik--kik--kik--cured. Got along all r--r--r--right till I t--t--tried to talk--long as I di--d--d--din didn't say nuthin'. Lou, air you g--g--g--goin' to church Sunday?" "I don't know." "Lowed I'd g--g--g--go with you. Mother said I ought to go up to the m--m--m--m--m--mourner's b--b--bench, but p--p--p--p--pap he 'lowed if I did git 'ligion I couldn't s--s--s--shout. But I'm in a hurry this m--m--m--m--mornin'. Granny's sick and wants some m--m--m--med--hison." "What's the matter with her?" Margaret inquired. "Don't know. She didn't s--s--s--say." "But what sort of medicine did they send you after?" "Oh, a--a--a--any sort you ain't g--g--g--got no use fur." "Why, that won't do," Mrs. Mayfield spoke up. "Why don't you send for a physician?" "Oh, that's a--a--a--all right. It never makes any d--d--dif--difference with granny what s--s--sort of medicine she t--t--t--take--takes. If you go to church Sunday, L--L--L--Lou, I may see you there. G--g--g--got somethin' to s--s--s--say to you." "How are you going to manage to say it?" Lou asked and he began to make signs. "Perhaps," said Mrs. Mayfield, "what he has to say could be conveyed by signs." "Yes," Tom declared, "signs are very impressive. Fellow made a few at me once and when he got through I found he'd knocked me down." "Knocked you down!" cried Lou. "Oh, how could anybody knock you down?" Mrs. Mayfield looked at Jim. "How charming to be a hero in the sight of a beautiful eye." Jim drooped and said: "Yes'm." Mose who had been screwing up his face began again: "Feller knock me down have me to w--w--w--w--whup." The voice of Kintchin, driving the steers, came up the hill: "Whoa, hor, Buck, come yere. Come yere Bright." Mose remarked after a serious effort that the steers must have about all they could pull, and then added that he must be going. Tom asked if he found it difficult to pull himself loose, and his aunt cried out! "Why Thomas." Kintchin's voice was heard again, further off and Mose said he "reckoned" he'd have to be pulled out by the steers. Margaret who had been searching the safe and the "cubbo'd", bade him wait a moment, that she had some medicine for him. "Here," she said, giving him two small packages, "'is some quinine and some calomy. Tell yo' granny not to take too much of the calomy. Mout salavater her."