One's a woman, t' other is lack ob food." Judge Hollis looked over his glasses and smiled.
"Who do you think the lady is, Melvy ?" Aunt Melvy wagged her head knowingly as she held a paper across the fireplace to start the blaze.
"I ain't gwine tell no tales on Mist' Sandy.

But yer can't fool dis heah ole nigger.

I mind de signs; I knows mo' 'bout de young folks in dis heah town den dey t'ink I do.

Fust t'ing you know, I'm gwine tell on some ob 'em, too.

I 'spect de doctor would put' near die ef he knowed dat Miss Annette was a-havin' incandescent meetin's wif Carter Nelson 'most ever' day." "Is Sandy after Annette, too ?" "No, sonny, no!" said Aunt Melvy, to whom all men were "sonny" until they died of old age.