"Shake hands, Aunt Matilda." "I thought you was down in Mississippi; Mah'sr George," said the old woman; "and I thought you was gwine to stay dar." "Couldn't do it," said the man.

"It didn't suit me, down there.

Five years of it was enough for me." "Enough fur dem, too, p'r'aps!" said Aunt Matilda, with a grim chuckle.
The man took no notice of her remark, but said: "I didn't intend to stop here, but I heard such a barking and screaming in your cabin, that I turned out of my way to see what the row was about.

I've just come up from the railroad.

Does old Michaels keep store here yet ?" "No, he don't," said Aunt Matilda; "he's dead.