Takes Cap'n Franklin toe git ole Mr.An'lope, though.
"Er--Miss Ma'y Ellen," began Aunt Lucy presently, and apparently with a certain reservation.
"Yes ?" Aunt Lucy came over and sat down upon a sod heap, resting her chin upon her hand and looking fixedly at the girl, who still stood leaning against the post.
"Er--Miss Ma'y Ellen--" she began again.
"Yes.

What is it, Lucy ?" "Does you know-- ?" "Do I know what ?" "Does you know who's jess erbout ther fines' and likelies' man whut lives in all these yer pahts erroun' yer ?" Mary Ellen stopped tossing bits of bread to the chickens.

"No, Aunt Lucy," she said.

"I hadn't thought about that." "Yes, you has!" cried Aunt Lucy, rising and shaking a bodeful forefinger.
"Yes you _has_, an' yes you _does_! An' you don' 'preshuate him, thass whut.

Him a wushshippin' you!" Mary Ellen began tossing bread again.