Nellie was huddled against her mother, who sat, idle, with little Benny in her arms.
In the white moonlight, she and Benny looked as if they had been carved from stone.
Their sickness was the hand of God, but Benny just ain't had enough to eat.
Before the corn was in tassel, he had been laid beside Benny.
Benny came running in, all out of breath, and said you wished to see ...