"Not yit," she acknowledged reluctantly; "but I's countin' on comin' th'u' before long.

I's done j'ined de Juba Choir and de White Doves." "The White Doves ?" repeated Sandy.
"Yas, sir; de White Doves ob Perfection.

We wears purple calicoes and sets up wid de sick." "Have you seen Miss Annette ?" "Lor', honey! ain't I tol' you 'bout dat?
De very night de jedge was shot, dat chile wrote her paw de sassiest letter, sayin' she gwine run off and git married wif dat sick boy, Carter Nelson.

De doctor headed 'em off some ways, and de very nex' day what you think he done?
He put dat gal in a Cafolic nunnery convent! Dey say she cut up scan'lous at fust, den she sorter quiet down, an' 'gin to count her necklace, an' make signs on de waist ob her dress, an' say she lak it so much she gwine be a Cafolic nunnery sister herself.

Now de doctor's jes tearin' his shirt to git her out, he's so skeered she'll do what she says." Sandy laughed in spite of himself, and Aunt Melvy wagged her head knowingly.
"He needn't pester hisseif 'bout dat.