Oh, Lordy! Lordy! I hope he ain't gwine die!" "Hush, Aunt Melvy! Where's Mrs.Hollis ?" "She's out in de kitchen, heatin' water an' waitin' on de doctor.

She won't let me do nuthin'.

Seems lak workin' sorter lets off her feelin's.

Pore Miss Sue!" She threw her apron over her head and swayed and sobbed.
As Sandy tried to pass, she stopped him again, and after looking furtively around she fumbled in her pocket for something which she thrust into his hand.
"Hit's de pistol!" she whispered.

"I's skeered to give it to nobody else, 'ca'se I's skeered dey'd try me for a witness.