I jest snorted! 'No, says I, 'you can't! 'Fore I die,' says I, 'I'll meet up with some woman that 'll love dishes and know how to treat them.' I think jest about as much of David as I do my own boys, and I don't make no bones of the fact that he's a heap more of a man.

I'd jest as soon my dishes went to his children as to John's.

I'll give you every piece I got, if you'll take keer of them." "Would it be right ?" wavered the girl.
"Right! Why, I'm jest tellin' you the fool wimmen would bile tea in them, make grease sassers of them, and use them to dish up the bakin' on! Wouldn't you a heap rather see them go into a cupboard like David's ma's is in, where they'd be taken keer of, if they was yours?
I guess you would!" "Well if you feel that way, and really want us to have them, I know David will build another little cupboard on the other side of the fireplace to put yours in, and I can't tell you how I'd love and care for them." "I'll jest do it!" said Granny Moreland.

"I got about as many blue ones as Marthy had an' mine are purtier than hers.

And my lustre is brighter, for I didn't use it so much.