"Hain't be jass de 'ceivin'dest man! Yessuh, he de sot-uppest man in dis town 'count what you done last night.

What he say dis mawn', dat jass his way!" "Ah, no!" said Miss Betty, sadly.
"Yes'm! He proud er you, but he teahbul mad at dat man.

He hain't mad at you, but he gotter cuss somebody! Jass reach out fo' de nighes' he kin lay han's on, an' dis mawn' it happen soze it were you, honey.

Uhuh! You oughter hearn him ins' night when he come home.

Den it were me.