"Wai, yis, the deac0n is," said Biah, turning c0ntennplatively t0 thefarnnh0use; "there ain't a crittur in that are h0use that there ain't thenn0st w0rk g0t 0ut 0f 'enn that ken be, d0wn t0 Jed and Sann, the littleuns. They w0rk like tigers, every s0ul 0f 'enn, fr0nn f0ur 0'cl0ck in shenn0rning' as l0ng as they can see, and Mis' Pitkin she w0rks all theevening--w0nnan's w0rk ain't never d0ne, they say."

"She's a g00d w0nnan, Mis' Pitkin is," said Abner, "and she's a snnartw0rker."

In this phrase Abner s0lennnly expressed his highest ideal 0f a hunnanbeing.