You suttinly is a right handsome lady, Ma'am!" The old woman shuffled from the room, to join her master at the foot of the stairs.
"Where is she, Sally ?" demanded Dunwody, "and how is she ?" "She's right tired, suh," said Sally non-committally.

And then, "Mighty fine lookin' lady, suh.

An' she is a lady! Huc'cum her here, Marse Warv'l?
Whut you-all--" "What did she say to you ?" "Nothin' 'cept she's gwine git away right soon.

White folkes' business ain't none o' my business." "Well, never you mind about all that, Sally.

Now listen.