"There’s some people comes into the house and they wouldn’t lift a finger to do a hand’s turn for you," she remarked.  "But I do say you’re not like that, ’Possum O’Connor.  I never seen your equal for findin’ out things to be done.  It’s a comfort to see how that baby takes to you, like. She ain’t been well, an’ she howls the whole blessed night an’ most of the day.  Makes you fair tired. Not as what you ain’t always tired, with seven of ’em under your feet all day.  But a woman’s born to be tired, so it ain’t no use to grumble.  Delia O’Hea, across the lake, she grumbles, an’ her husband he up an’ hit her the other day.  Said he was full up.  I wouldn’t blame him, neither.  Well, thank goodness, Jim ain’t never lifted a hand to me yet.  I wouldn’t advise him to, neither—he’s smaller’n me.  Well, ain’t you got any news, ’Possum? Might as well be in the Equator for all the news we get here."