If she had been made out of stone she could not have seemed more resolved.

She got up, however, soon after, and went in to arrange matters after her lord and master.
Bacchus purposely passed Aunt Peggy's cabin, making her a stylish bow.
Peggy had taken off her handkerchief, to air her head, her hair standing off every which way, appearing determined to take her up somewhere, the point of destination being a matter of no consequence.

She chuckled audibly as she saw Bacchus.
"Look at dat ole fool now, wid dat ruffled shirt on; he's gwine to bust dis blessed mornin.

Look at de way he's got his wool combed up.

I b'lieves in my soul he's got somebody buried up thar.