"A 'little Fraid," interrupted Diddie, contemptuously. "Why, Mammy, there's no such a thing as a 'Fraid." "Lord, Miss Diddie, 'deed dey is," said Dilsey, with her round eyes stretched to their utmost; "I done seed 'em myse'f, an' our Clubfoot Bill he was er gwine 'long one time " "Look er hyear, yer kinky-head nigger, whar's yer manners?" asked Mammy, "'ruptin' uv eld'ly pussons.
"I b'ing 'er de besses dinner take an' jam an' pud'n in de p'ate. Aunt Mawy dum tum me." "Hush, Tot," said Diddie, "till I get through. An' then, papa, I climbed out the winder on the step-ladder, an' I " "Dilsey an' Chris got the ladder," put in Dumps. "HUSH UP, Dumps!" said Diddie; "you're all time 'ruptin' me."
"No, sah; don't reckelmember a single lick laid on airy nigger dat de marsa knowed of; but when dey got so bad an' some niggers is dat way den dey was sold to de swamp lan's. He wouldn't hab 'em round 'ruptin' his niggers, he use' ter say. "Hab coffee, sah? Won't take I a minute to bile it. Colonel ain't been drinkin' none lately, an' so I don't make none."
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