He attended to his work as if his mistress had been at home, and although, in regard to the ploughing, he had carried out the orders of Mrs Null, he had done it because it ought to be done, and because he was very glad for some one else to take the responsibility.
"Uncle Isham," said she, after she had watched the process of turnip pulling for a few minutes, "if you haven't anything else to do when you get through with this, you might come up to the house, and I will talk to you about the flower beds, I suppose they ought to be made ready for the winter." "Miss Null," said the old man, slowly unbending his back, and getting himself upright, "dar's allus sumfin' else to do.

Eber sence I was fus' bawn dar was sumfin else to do, an' I spec's it'll keep on dat ar way till de day I dies." "Of course there will be nothing else to do then but to die," observed Mrs Null; "but I hope that day is far off, Uncle Isham." "Dunno 'bout dat, Miss Null," said he.

"But den some people do lib dreffle long.

Look at ole Aun' Patsy.

Ise got to live a long time afore I's as ole as Aun' Patsy is now." "You don't mean to say," exclaimed Mrs Null, "that Aunt Patsy is alive yet!" "Ob course she is.