Will any one hear her coughin?
My narves is racked a listenin to her.

I don't see what she wants to live for, and she most a hundred.

I believe its purpose to bother me, Sabbath mornins.
Here, Phillis, who's this bin here, diggin up my sweet-williams I planted ?--cuss dese children--" "The children had nothing to do with it," said Phillis.

"Master wanted some roots to give to Mr.Kent and he asked me for 'em.

I dug 'em up and they're all the better for being thinned out." "I wish master'd mind his own business, and not be pryin and pilferin 'bout other people's gardens; givin my flowers to that yallow-headed Abolitioner.
I'll speak my mind to him about it, any how." "You'd better," said Phillis, drily.
"I will so," said Bacchus; "I'd rather he'd a burned 'em up.