'Tain't your'n no more, nohow." "Well, what do you purpose to do with it ?" said the puzzled man, in a gentler tone.
"I aims ter give hit ter Auntie Sue," came the startling reply.

"I reckon she'll know what ter do.

Hit allus was more her'n than your'n, anyhow.

You done said so yourself.

I heard you only last night when you-all was so dad burned tickled at gittin' hit done.