I hope you-all are a-goin' to be able to eat, you ain't had much nourishment.
La, does yo' shoulder pain you like that?
Want I should feed you ?" "I am sorry, ma'am, but I reckon you'll have to," Yancy spoke regretfully.

"I expect I been a passel of bother to you." "No, you ain't.

Here's Dick to see how you make out with the chicken," Polly added, as Cavendish presented himself at the opening that did duty as a door.
"This looks like bein' alive, stranger," he commented genially.

He surveyed the group of which Yancy was the center.

"If them children gets too numerous, just throw 'em out." "You-all ain't told me yo' name yet ?" said Yancy.
"It's Cavendish.