I tell you, Uncle Isham, she know dis place jes as ef she bawn h'yar." Uncle Isham looked steadily into the fire and rubbed the sides of his head with his big black fingers.

"Ole miss nebber had no gal baby 'cept one, an' dat died when 'twas mighty little." "Does you reckon she kill her ef she come back an' fin' her no kin ?" asked Letty.
Uncle Isham pushed his stool back and started to his feet with a noise which woke Plez, who had been soundly sleeping on the other side of the fireplace; and striding to the door, the old man went out into the open air.

Returning in less than a minute, he put his head into the doorway and addressed the astonished woman who had turned around to look after him.

"Look h'yar, you Letty, I don' want to hear no sech fool talk 'bout ole miss.

You dunno ole miss, nohow.