not it is a-goin' to slam back and hit somebody in the
forward.

A remarkable instance of this memory onrolled on her panorama--a
eppisode that took place in our own Jonesville meetin'-house.

The session room where we go to session sometimes and to transact other
business has got a heavy swing door. And everybody who goes through it
always calculates to hold it back if there is anybody comin' behind 'em,
for that door has been known to knock a man down when it come onto him
onexpected and onbeknown to him.

Wall, Sister Blanker wuz a-goin' on ahead of me one night; it wuz a
charitable meetin' that we wuz a-goin' to--to quilt a bedquilt for a
heathen--and she knew I wuz jest behind her--right on her tracts, as you
may say, for we had sot out together from the preachin'-room, and we had
been a-talkin' all the way there on the different merits of otter color
or butnut for linin' for the quilt, and as to whether herrin'-bone
looked so good as a quiltin' stitch as plain rib.

She favored rib and otter; I kinder leaned toward herrin'-bone and
butnut.

We had had a agreeable talk all the way, though I couldn't help seein'
she wuz too hard on butnut, and slightin' in her remarks on
herrin'-bone.

Anyway, she knew I wuz with her in the body; but as she ketched sight of
the door that wuz a-goin' to let her in where she could begin to do
good, her mind jest soared right up, and she forgot everything and
everybody, and she let that door slam right back and hit me on my right
arm, and laid me up for over five weeks.

And I fell right back on Edna Garvin, and she is lame, and it knocked
her over backwards onto Sally Ann Bobbetses little girl, and she fell
flat down, and Miss Gowdey on top of her, and Miss Gowdey, bein'
a-walkin' along lost in thought about the bedquilt, and thinkin' how
much battin' we should need in it, and not lookin' for a obstacle in her
path, slipped right up and fell forwards. Wall, a-tryin' to save little
Annie Gowdey from bein' squashed right down, Miss Gowdey throwed herself
sideways and strained her back. She weighs two hundred, and is
loose-jinted.

And she hain't got over it to this day. She insists on't that she
loosened her spine in the affair.

And I d'no but she did!

But the child wuz gin up to die. So for weeks and weeks the Bobbetses
and all of Sally Ann's relations (she wuz a Henzy and wide connected in
the Methodist meetin'-house) had to give up all their time a-hangin'
over that s