"Sho'," she was saying, "I done gwine by de windah with ma baby cab full o' cloes, an' dis yer white chile done come tumblin' down an' fall right in ma cab. Now, what do you think o' dat? I reckon I was nevah so done clean skeert afoah in ma life. An' ef de chile didn't grab one of ma bolognas and done git out de cab an' run around de house." "Oh," cried Silvia, "poor little baby! Come to mudder.
I stan's by dem ohduhs while dere's bref in my ol' body." Holton was infuriated. "It's lucky for you I'm not your master!" "Dat's what I t'ink, suh." "If you was my nigger, I'd teach you perliteness with a black-snake whip! I'll see what Layson'll say to such sass as you've gin me. Jest you wait till you hear from him." Neb was not impressed by the man's wrath. "Huhd from him afoah, suh.