"No, I doesn't fergit nothin', Miss Ma'y Ellen," she said, wiping the girl's eyes as though she were still a baby.

"I doesn't fergit Mas' Henry, Gord bless him! I doesn't fergit him any mo'n you does.

How kin I, when I done loved him much ez I did you?
Wuzn't I goin' to come 'long an' live wif you two, an' take keer o' you, same's I did to the old place?
I was a-lookin' to ther time when you an' Mas' Henry wuz a-goin' ter be mah'ied.

But now listen toe yo' ole black mammy, whut knows a heap mo'n you does, an' who is a-talkin' toe you because you ain't got no real mammy o' yer own no mo'.

You listen toe me.