Now Mr.Carter's 'bout to die, an' you's shut up in jail, she's done turnin' her 'tention on Mr.Sid Gray.

Dey ain't no blinds in de world big enough to keep dat gal from shinin' her eyes at de boys!" "Is Carter about to die ?" Sandy had become suddenly grave.
"Yas, sir; so dey say.

He's got somepin' that sounds lak tuberoses.
Him and Mrs.Nelson and Miss Rufe never did git to Californy.

Dey stopped off in Mobile or Injiany, I can't ricollec' which.

He took de fever de day dey lef', an' he ain't knowed nothin' since." After Aunt Melvy left, Sandy went to the window and leaned against the bars.