She's down at de bahn now, blowin' up Plez fur gwine to sleep when he was a shellin' de cohnfiel' peas.

An' when she's got froo wid him she's got a bone to pick wid Uncle Isham 'bout de gyardin'.

'Tain't no use waitin' fur ole miss.

She nebber do come when de bell rings.

She come when she git ready, an' not afore." Mr Brandon now felt quite sure that it was the intention of his hostess not to break bread with one of his family, and so he seated himself, Mrs Null taking the head of the table and pouring out the tea and coffee.
"It has been a long time, madam, since you were in this part of the country," said the old gentleman, as he drew the smoking batter-bread toward him and began to cut it.
"Yes," said Mrs Null, "not since I was a little girl.