text:  How good Farmer Nutt and herself had lived there for the last seventeen years; how the old place belonged to Squire somebody and folks said that some gentry used to live in it in times past; what a lonesome-like life they thought it when they first came after living in the gay town of Abingdon; how by degrees they got to think it pretty comfortable and found the plashy meadows good pasturage and the house "famous and roomy-like;" this and much besides did we listen to patiently the more so because an attempt or two at interruption only served to widen the field of her discourse