I tole de doctor 'bout hit, Miss Nettie; but he said 't warn't nothin' but de fidgits.

I knowed better 'n he did dat time.

Dat night I had a division, an' de dream say, 'Put on yer purple mournin'-dress an' set wid yer feet in a barrel ob b'ilin' water till de smoke comes down de chimbly.' An' so I done, a-settin' up dere on dat chist o' drawers all night, wid my purple mournin'-dress on an' my feet in de b'ilin' water, an' de lizards run away so fur dat dey ain't even stopped yit." "Aunt Melvy, do you tell fortunes by palmistry ?" asked Ruth.
"Yas'm; I reckon dat's what you call hit.

I tells by de tea-leaves.
Lor', Miss Rufe, you sutenly put me in min' o' yer grandmaw! She kerried her haid up in de air jus' lak you do, an' she wuz jus' as putty as you is, too.

We libed in de ole plantation what's done burned down now, an' I lubed my missus--I sutenly did.