Ole Miss she say Gineral Lafayette sho' did favour baked apples wunst when he wuz laid up wid a cold at her father's house in Williamsburgh.

An' de little posy, Miss Deb she done gather hit outer her square in de gyarden.

De Cun'l he say de fambly gwine expect de honour of yo' company dis evenin' in de drawin'-room." Adam said good-bye and went away.

An hour later, going down the Fontenoy road, he came upon a small brown figure, seated, hands over knees, among the blackberry bushes.
"Why, you partridge!" he exclaimed.

"You little brown prairie-hen, what are you doing so far from home?
Blackberries aren't ripe." "No," said Vinie.