She quite lost her patience and said: "Well, what will you do next?
What in the world possessed you to clutter up the parlor table with these baskets of ashes ?" "Ashes ?" And she came to look.

She put up her hands in pathetic astonishment.

"Well, I never see de like!" "Didn't you do it ?" "Who, me?
Clah to goodness it's de fust time I've sot eyes on 'em, Miss Polly.

Dat's Dan'l.

Dat ole moke is losin' his mine." But it wasn't Dan'l, for he was called, and denied it.
"Dey ain't no way to 'splain dat.