I'd be glad to see you, I would; then you'll be glad of a drop, like me, to forget your misery." "Come, Prue," said Dinah, "let's look at your rusks.

Here's Missis will pay for them." Miss Ophelia took out a couple of dozen.
"Thar's some tickets in that ar old cracked jug on the top shelf," said Dinah.

"You, Jake, climb up and get it down." "Tickets,--what are they for ?" said Miss Ophelia.
"We buy tickets of her Mas'r, and she gives us bread for 'em." "And they counts my money and tickets, when I gets home, to see if I 's got the change; and if I han't, they half kills me." "And serves you right," said Jane, the pert chambermaid, "if you will take their money to get drunk on.

That's what she does, Missis." "And that's what I _will_ do,--I can't live no other ways,--drink and forget my misery." "You are very wicked and very foolish," said Miss Ophelia, "to steal your master's money to make yourself a brute with." "It's mighty likely, Missis; but I will do it,--yes, I will.

O Lord! I wish I 's dead, I do,--I wish I 's dead, and out of my misery!" and slowly and stiffly the old creature rose, and got her basket on her head again; but before she went out, she looked at the quadroon girt, who still stood playing with her ear-drops.
"Ye think ye're mighty fine with them ar, a frolickin' and a tossin' your head, and a lookin' down on everybody.