There was ten, and now ther's only nine.
The calf got the shirt, I reckon, but the calf never took the spoon, THAT'S certain." "Why, what else is gone, Sally ?" "Ther's six CANDLES gone--that's what.

The rats could a got the candles, and I reckon they did; I wonder they don't walk off with the whole place, the way you're always going to stop their holes and don't do it; and if they warn't fools they'd sleep in your hair, Silas--YOU'D never find it out; but you can't lay the SPOON on the rats, and that I know." "Well, Sally, I'm in fault, and I acknowledge it; I've been remiss; but I won't let to-morrow go by without stopping up them holes." "Oh, I wouldn't hurry; next year 'll do.

Matilda Angelina Araminta PHELPS!" Whack comes the thimble, and the child snatches her claws out of the sugar-bowl without fooling around any.

Just then the nigger woman steps on to the passage, and says: "Missus, dey's a sheet gone." "A SHEET gone! Well, for the land's sake!" "I'll stop up them holes to-day," says Uncle Silas, looking sorrowful.
"Oh, DO shet up!--s'pose the rats took the SHEET?
WHERE'S it gone, Lize ?" "Clah to goodness I hain't no notion, Miss' Sally.

She wuz on de clo'sline yistiddy, but she done gone: she ain' dah no mo' now." "I reckon the world IS coming to an end.