Dey got so many letters up dar at de mica mines, dat dey send all the big ones to de pos'-office in a bag an' a buggy, and dey send de little ones ober de telegraph." "But whar's Ole Miles ?" repeated Aunt Matilda.
"He's a-doin' jobs up aroun' de mines," said Uncle Braddock.

"De las' time I see him he was a-whitewashin' a fence." "Well, I wants to see Ole Miles," said Aunt Matilda.

"I wants him to carry a letter fur me." "I'll carry yer letter, Aunt Matilda," said Dick Ford; and Gregory Montague, anxious to curry favor, as it was rapidly growing near to ash-cake time, stated in a loud voice that he'd take it "fus thing in de mornin'." "I don' want none o' you uns," said Aunt Matilda.

"Ole Miles is used to carryin' letters, and I wants him to carry my letter.

Ef you'd like ter keep yerse'f out o' mischief, you Greg'ry, you kin go 'long and tell him I wants him to carry a letter fur me." "I'll do that," said Gregory, "fus' thing in de mornin'." "Better go 'long now," said Aunt Matilda.
"Too late now, Aunt Matilda," said Gregory, anxiously.