"And I was," Caleb finished.
Caleb thought the story was over, and I didn‘t tell him what I had really thought. He was homely and plain, and he had a terrible holler and a horrid smell. But thesewere not the worst of him. Mama died the next morning. That was the worst thing about Caleb.
"Isn‘t he beautiful, Anna?" Her last words to me. I had gone to bed thinking how wretched he looked. And I forgot to say good night. - P7