make out.  A body 'd think you _would_ learn to take some sort of care of 'em at your time of life.” “I know it, Sally, and I do try all I can.  But it oughtn't to be altogether my fault, because, you know, I don't see them nor have nothing to do with them except when they're on me; and I don't believe I've ever lost one of them _off_ of me.” “Well, it ain't _your_ fault if you haven't, Silas; you'd a done it if you could, I reckon.  And the shirt ain't all that's gone, nuther.  Ther's a s**** gone; and _that_ ain't all.  There was ten, and now ther's only nine. The calf got the shirt, I reckon, but the calf never took the s****, _that's_ certain.” “Why, what else is gone, Sally?” “Ther's six _candles_ gone--that's what.  The rats could a got the candles, and I reckon they did; I wonder they don't walk off with the whole place, the way you're always going to stop their holes and don't do it; and if they warn't fools they'd sleep in your hair, Silas--_you'd_ never find it out; but