Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 55, May, 1862 стр 16.

His mother'd been in to our house all the afternoon before, and she'd kept taking her pipe out of her mouth,she had the asthma, and smoked,and kept sighing.

"This storm's going to bring me something," says she, in a mighty miserable tone. "I'm sure of it!"

"No harm, I hope, Miss Devereux," said mother.

"Well, Rhody,"mother's father, he was a queer kind,called his girls all after the thirteen States, and there being none left for Uncle Mat, he called him after the state of matrimony,"Well, Rhody," she replied, rather dismally, and knocking the ashes out of the bowl, "I don't know; but I'll have faith to believe that the Lord won't send me no ill without distincter warning. And that it's good I have