"Dat's what I always tole Rachael.

Rachael's dat yaller gal up to Mrs.Nelson's.

I done raise her, an' she ain't a bit o'count.

I use' ter say, 'You fool nigger, how you ebber gwine learn nothin' effen you don't ax questions ?' An' she'd stick out her mouth an' say, 'Umph, umph; you don't ketch me lettin' de white folks know how much sense I ain't got.' Den she'd put on a white dress an' a white sunbonnet an' go switchin' up de street, lookin' jus' lak a fly in a glass ob buttermilk." "It's the mixed-up things that bother me," said Sandy.

"Mr.Moseley was telling of us to-day how ye lost a day out of the week when ye went round the world one way, and gained a day when ye went round the other." Aunt Melvy paused with the tea-towel in her hand.