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"Yaas'm," said Uncle Isham, passing his hat from one hand to the other, as he delivered himself a little hesitatingly "yaas'm, if you wasn't h'yar p'raps ole miss mought come back." "Now, Uncle Isham," said Mrs Null, "you mustn't think your mistress is staying away on account of me. She left home, as Letty has told me over and over, because your Master Junius came.
She say Virginia pretty good, but dat South Callina tek de cake. She say South Callina mek 'em run ebery time! Yaas'm! 'n' I gits up 'n' I meks her er curtsy, 'n' I say ter her, 'Dat's er pretty way ter talk when you're visitin' in Virginia, 'n' ef dat's South Callina manners I'se glad I wuz born in Virginia! Yaas'm.
'N' I curtsy agin, 'n' I say, 'Ain' nobody or nothin' ever lay over Virginia fer fightin' 'n' never will! 'N' ef Virginia don' mek 'em run ebery time, South Callina needn't hope ter! 'N' I asks her how come she never hear ob Gineral Stonewall Jackson? Yaas'm. 'N' I curtsy ter her ebery time lak dis! 'N' ain' she never hear ob Gineral Lee?
Dem dat's in it is Mahs' Junius an' Mister Crof'." "Are you sure of that?" exclaimed Miss Roberta in astonishment. "Look again." "Yaas'm," replied Peggy. "I's sartin shuh. But dey jes gwine behin' de trees now." The road was not again visible for some distance, but when the buggy reappeared Peggy gave a start, and exclaimed: "Dar's on'y one pusson in it now, Miss Rob."
Mammy Chloe came from the back of the house, and in her mistress's chamber took from her her straw bonnet, gauze scarf, and filmy gloves, then brought her slippers of morocco and a thin, flowered house-dress, narrow and fine as an infant's robe. "Has Joab gone to the post-office?" asked Jacqueline. "Yaas'm. De Williamsbu'gh stage done come, fer I heah de horn more'n an hour ago. Dar Joab now!"
An' I ain' er doubtin' dat Gineral Wade Hampton is a mighty fine man 'deed I knows he is but ain' she never heard ob Gineral Johnston? 'N' how erbout Gineral Stuart Yaas'm! 'n' the Black Troop, 'n' the Crenshaw Battery, 'n' the Purcell Battery. Yaas'm! 'n' the Howitzers, 'n' the Richmon' Blues Yaas'm! I sho' did mek her shet her mouf! Braggin' ter er Virginia woman ob South Callina!"
Upon the floor, with her head against the bed, sat Miranda, as fast asleep as her mistress. At Jacqueline's touch she awoke, smiled widely, and was on her feet with a spring. "Yaas, Miss Jacqueline, I done put Miss Deb to bed. Mammy Chloe say dat niggah Joab don' know nothin' 'bout er broken ahm, an' she too busy in de blue room. Yaas'm, I done mek Miss Deb wash her face an' say her prayers.
Do you know where the ploughing is to be done?" "Oh, yaas'm," said Uncle Isham, "dar ain't on'y one place fur dat. It's de clober fiel', ober dar, on de udder side ob de gyarden." "And what is to be planted in it?" asked Mrs Null. "Ob course dey's gwine to plough for wheat," answered Uncle Isham, a little surprised at the question.
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