He smiled again with the quizzical look on his face.
"How about that, Aunt Lucy ?" he said.
"Do hit, Mass' William," replied the coloured woman at once with conviction, and extending an energetic forefinger.

"You jess do whut this yer man says.

Ef they's any money to be made a-cookin', I kin do all the cookin' ever you wants, ef you-all kin git anything to cook.
Yas, suh!" "You ain't makin' no mistake," resumed Sam.

"You go in and git your land filed on, and put you up a sod house or dugout for the first season, because lumber's awful high out here.

It's pretty late to do anything with a crop this year, even if you had any breakin' done, but you can take your team and gether bones this fall and winter, and that'll make you a good livin', too.