But look here, Mike, don't you quarrel with the cook.

No matter what happens, don't you quarrel with the cook." "I ain't goin' to quarrel with nobody," said Mike; "but if that Molly 'spects me to grease her wagon wheels for her, she's got hold of the wrong man.

If she likes green wood for the kitchen fire, and fotchin' it mos' times for herself, that's her business, not mine." "If you do that, Mike, she'll leave," said Phoebe.
Mike gave himself a general shrug.
"She can't leave," said he, "till Miss Panney tells her she kin." Phoebe laughed and rose.
"Reckon I'll go in and see Miss Miriam," she said, "and while I'm doin' that you'd better ask the boss about the money." Having delivered the letter, and having, with much suavity, inquired into the health and general condition of the Cobhurst family since she had walked off and left it to its own resources, and having given Miriam various points of information in regard to the Bannister and the Tolbridge families, Phoebe gracefully took leave of the young mistress of the house and proceeded to call upon the cook.
"Hi, Phoebe!" cried Molly, who was engaged in washing dishes, "how did you git here at this time o' night ?" "I'd have you know," said the visitor, with lofty dignity, "that my name is Mrs.Robinson, and if you want to know how I got here, I came in a kerridge." "I didn't hear no kirridge drive up," said Molly.
"Humph!" said Mrs.Robinson, "I reckon I know which gate is proper for my kerridge to come in, and which gate is proper for the Bannister coachman to drive in.

I suppose there is cooks that would drive up to the front door if the governor's kerridge was standin' there." Molly looked at the colored woman, with a grin.
"You're on your high hoss, Mrs.Robinson," said she.

"That's what comes o' boardin' the minister.