"She had putty hair, putty eyes, putty mouth.
She war putty all over; an' she know'd how to put on style." "O, Daniel," said Aunt Katie, half chidingly, "how you do talk." "Why, it's true.

I 'member when you war de puttiest gal in dese diggins; when nobody could top your cotton." "I don't," said Aunt Katie.
"Well, I do.

Now, let me go on wid my story.

De fust time I seed her, I sez to myself, 'Dat's de gal for me, an' I means to hab her ef I kin git her.' So I scraped 'quaintance wid her, and axed her ef she would hab me ef our marsters would let us.

I warn't 'fraid 'bout Marse Robert, but I warn't quite shore 'bout Gundover.