Then he commenced to rocking back and forth and moaning like he's under some kind of a spell.

You know something, Granny?

I feel sorry for Mr. Drysdale.

Well, that poor man might as well be single with his wife gone all the time.

He's a lost soul, Jed.

I was glad you invited him over for supper last night.

But even my cooking didn't cheer him up.

Yeah, I noticed he hardly touched his plate of grits and possum belly.

Even when I spooned on some gopher gravy.

He didn't perk up till after supper and Pearl started playing and singing.

Don't tell me he liked Pearl's bellerin'.

That wasn't bellerin', that was yodeling.

Well, it curdled the milk clean out to the kitchen.

Oh, I've thrown shoes at tomcats that made prettier music than Pearl.

I sure wish you two women would get along together.

We ain't gonna get along together till she learns to stay out of my kitchen.

I bet she's in there right now, stickin' her long nose into my pots and pans.

My dingy!

Yes, she is!

You just cool down.