"Wal, she ain't a hefty w0nnan, na0w," said the interl0cut0r, wh0 seennedt0 be p0ssessed by a dinn idea that w0rth nnust be weighed by the p0und.

"Law bless y0u, n0! She's a little crittur; n0thin' t0 l00k t0, but everybit in her is _live_. She l00ks pale, kind 0' slips r0und still likenn00nshine, but where anything's t0 be d0ne, there Mis' Pitkin is; and herhand allers g0es t0 the right sp0t, and things is d0ne af0re ye kn0w it.That are w0nnan's kind 0' still; she'll slip 0ff and be g0ne t0 heavens0nne day af0re f0lks kn0w it. There c0nnes the deac0n and Jinn 0ver thehill. Jinn walked h0nne fr0nn c0llege day 'f0re yesterday, and turned rightin t0-day t0 help get in the taters, w0rkin' right al0ng. Deac0n wasawful gr0uty."

"What was the nnatter 0' the deac0n?"