You go after the men, and tell them I shall expect them to begin the first thing in the morning.

And if there is anything else to be done on the farm, you come and tell me about it to-morrow.

I'm going to take the responsibility on myself to see that matters go on properly until your mistress returns." Letty and her son, Plez, occupied a cabin not far from the house, while Uncle Isham lived alone in a much smaller tenement, near the barn and chicken house.

That evening he went over to Letty's, taking with him, as a burnt offering, a partially consumed and still glowing log of hickory wood from his own hearth-stone.

"Jes' lemme tell you dis h'yar, Letty," said he, after making up the fire and seating himself on a stool near by, "ef you want to see ole miss come back rarin' an' chargin', jes' you let her know dat Miss Null is gwine ter plough de clober fiel' for pickles." "Wot's dat fool talk ?" asked Letty.
"Miss Null's gwine to boss dis farm, dat's all," said Isham.