Aunt Patsy was glad to see her visitors, particularly glad, it seemed, to see Mr Croft.  She was quite loquacious, considering the great length of her days, and the proverbial shortness of her tongue.

“Why, Aunt Patsy,” said Miss Annie, “you seem to have grown younger since I last saw you!  I do believe you are getting old backwards!  What are you going to do with that dress-body?” “I’s lookin’ at dis h’yar,” said Aunt Patsy, turning over the well-worn body of a black woollen dress which lay in her lap, instead of the crazy quilt on which she was usually occupied, “to see if it’s done gib way in any ob de seams, or de elbers.  ‘Twas a right smart good frock once, an’ I’s gwine to wear it ter-morrer.”

“To-morrow!” exclaimed Annie.  “You don’t mean to say you are going to church!”

“Dat’s jus’ wot I’s gwine to do, Miss Annie.  I’s gwine to chu’ch ter-morrer mawnin’.  Dar’s gwine to be a big preachin’.  Brudder Enick Hines is to be dar, an’ dey tell me dey allus has pow’ful wakenin’s when Brudder Enick preaches.  I ain’t ever heered Brudder Enick yit, coz he was a little boy when I use to go to chu’ch.”

“Will it be in the old church, in the woods just beyond Howlett’s?” asked Annie.

“Right dar,” replied Aunt Patsy, with an approving glance towards the young lady.  “You ‘members dem ar places fus’ rate, Miss Annie.  Why you didn’t tole me, when you fus’ come h’yar, dat you was dat little Miss Annie dat I use to tote roun’ afore I gin up walkin’?”

“Oh, that’s too long a story,” said Miss Annie, with a laugh.  “You know I hadn’t seen Aunt Keswick, then.  I couldn’t go about introducing myself to other people before I had seen her.”

Aunt Patsy gave a sagacious nod of her head.  “I reckon you thought she’d be right much disgruntled when she heered you was mar’ed, an’ you wanted to tell her youse’f.  But I’s pow’ful glad dat it’s all right now.  You all don’ know how pow’ful glad I is.”  And she looked at Mr Croft and Miss Annie with a glance as benignant as her time-set countenance was capable of.

“But Aunt Patsy,” said Annie, quite willing to change the conversation, although she did not know the import of the old woman’s last remark, “I thought you were not able to go out.”

The old woman gave a little chuckle.  “Dat’s wot eberybody thought, an’ to tell you de truf, Miss Annie, I thought so too.  But ef I was strong ‘nuf to go to de pos’ offis,—­an’ I did dat, Miss Annie, an’ not long ago nuther,—­I reckon I’s strong ‘nuf to go to chu’ch, an’ Uncle Isham is a comin’ wid de oxcart to take me ter-morrer mawnin’.  Dar’ll be pow’ful wakenin’s, an’ I ain’t seen de Jerus’lum Jump in a mighty long time.”

“Are they going to have the Jerusalem Jump?” asked Miss Annie.

“Oh, yaas, Miss Annie,” said the old woman, “dey’s sartin shuh to hab dat, when dey gits waken’d.”

“I should so like to see the Jerusalem Jump again,” said Miss Annie.  “I saw it once, when I was a little girl.  Did you ever see it?” she said, turning to Mr Croft.