Why, how ddo, Mrs. Miggs? Come right on in. Mas jist run over t Smiths a minute t borruh some thread and some mlasses and a couple uh aigs. Aw! yes, come on—shell be right back. Lets see: Spose we set on th sofa and Ill show yuh th album, sos yuhll kinda begin t know some of our folks. We like t be real neighborly and make new folks feel t home. There! now were fixed. This here first ones ma when she was little. Aint she cute? Her Uncle Seth kep a store up t Davenport and he give her them furs. Real mink, I think it was. Turn over. Thats Aunt Mary Jane Darnell. Her jimpson-weed salve and peach perserves was th best he ever see, pa says. She couldnt abide a man that primped. Thems grampa and gramma Sparks, mas pa and ma. Grampa liked bees and made lots of money offm honey. He was awful good t gramma. Ma says you kin allus trust a bee man. Heres Ferdinand Ashur Peebles, a favorite cousin of mas. He aint got much time fer them t aint so good as what he is, so pa dont like him so very well. Says hes a hippercrit. One time ma was showin this pitchure t somebody and she says, This is a boy were proud of: Cousin Ferd, full of good works— and prunes, pa puts in, and it made ma awful mad. Turn over. Thems pas pa and ma, grampa n gramma Peters. Jist look at her feet! All her folks toes in—even pa, some, but he denies it. Grampas got a turribul temper. Onct he was up in a tree a-sawin out limbs and a little branch scratched him onto his head and he turned round quicks a wink, a-snarlin, and bit it right smack off. Fact! Thats Sophrony Ann Gowdey, kind of a distant cousin of mas. Shes gifted weth th secont sight. Onct when grampa lost his false teeth they called her in and she set right here in this room and tranced and after a bit she woke up suddent and says, wild like, Seek ye within th well! she says; so they done it, but they didnt find m. But only a week afterwards, when they cleaned th cistern, there them teeth was. Pa says, Well, anyhow, Phrony knowed they was in th damp, he says. Turn over. Thats Uncle Mel Burgstresser. Dont he look like Charles Dickens, th great Scotch poet, though? I think he does, exactly. Hes mas uncle, but hes sich a nice man that even pa likes him. They cant nobody help likin him, hes so nice; but everbody laughs at him, he says sich blunderin things sometimes. Onct when Aunt Alviny (thats his wife) was a-makin oyster soup, Uncle Mel he come and looked over her shoulder and says, Put lots o water in it, mother, cause Im hungry, he says. Turn over. Thats my cousin, Willie Sparks, same age as me—but not when that pitchure was took. He wasnt only 9 then. Dont he look awful meek? But mebbe you think he aint got a temper! One time when his pa come home from work after dark and Willie aint got his chores done, he scolded him, and when Willie brung in th coal fer th kitchen stove he was cryin and he jist hauls off, hes s mad, and kicks th stove an awful welt, and says, Yuh will burn coal, will yuh! he says. Turn over. Thats mas cousin, Rebecca, and her man, took th day they was married. Him and her quarreled somethin awful, she generly havin th upper hand. I was named after her. That theres Peletiah Parrett, a friend of pas since they was boys. Hes a singin school teacher and hes been to our house lots of times, but he lives at Ohio....