He gwine say, 'Run for it, niggah!' Yaas, Lawd, I sholy gwine do what _you_ say--I gwine run to de very aidge of de yearth.
"Oh, I fool you, Mister Oberseer Man! Oh, I fool you, my ole Marster! Cotch de mockin'bird co'tin' in de locus', Cotch de bullfrog gruntin' in de ma'sh, Cotch de black snake trabellin' 'long his road, But you ain' gwine see dis niggah enny mo'! "Miss Deb, ef I gets to de big gate fust, you gwine lemme hol' dat doll baby Marse Edward gin you ?" Deb brushed the last oak leaf from the skirt of her green gown, tossed her yellow hair out of her brown eyes, and scrambled up the steep side of the dell to a level of lawn and flowers.

Her handmaiden followed her, and they paused for breath beneath the white blooms of a mighty catalpa.
A hundred yards away, across an expanse of dewy turf, rose the great house, bathed in sunlight.

Box, syringa, and honeysuckle environed it, and a row of poplars made a background of living green.

It had tall white pillars, and shallow steps leading down to a gravelled drive.

The drive was over-arched by elm and locust, and between the trees was planted purple lilac.