If Mammy felt the interest in me she ought to, she'd wake easier,--of course, she would.

I've heard of people who had such devoted servants, but it never was _my_ luck;" and Marie sighed.
Miss Ophelia had listened to this conversation with an air of shrewd, observant gravity; and she still kept her lips tightly compressed, as if determined fully to ascertain her longitude and position, before she committed herself.
"Now, Mammy has a _sort_ of goodness," said Marie; "she's smooth and respectful, but she's selfish at heart.

Now, she never will be done fidgeting and worrying about that husband of hers.

You see, when I was married and came to live here, of course, I had to bring her with me, and her husband my father couldn't spare.

He was a blacksmith, and, of course, very necessary; and I thought and said, at the time, that Mammy and he had better give each other up, as it wasn't likely to be convenient for them ever to live together again.