"Dere is enuff things in dere now--put 'em down here on this entry table, or dere, long side de knife-Board--any wheres but in de kitchen." Charlie mechanically obeyed, and then followed her into her sanctuary.
"Have you had your breakfast ?" she asked, in a surly tone.

"'Cause if you haven't, you must eat quick, or you won't get any.

I can't keep the breakfast things standing here all day." Charlie, to whom the long walk had given a good appetite, immediately sat down and ate a prodigious quantity of bread and butter, together with several slices of cold ham, washed down by two cups of tea; after which he rested his knife and fork, and informed Aunt Rachel that he had done.
"Well, I think it's high time," responded she.

"Why, boy, you'll breed a famine in de house if you stay here long enough.

You'll have to do a heap of work to earn what you'll eat, if yer breakfast is a sample of yer dinner.