Dey say dey can't do nuffin wid her.
Marse Tom's got his match dis time, and I'se glad ob it.

I jis' glories in her spunk." "How did she come there ?" "Oh, Marse bought her ob de trader to keep house for him.

But ef you seed dem putty white han's ob hern you'd never tink she kept her own house, let 'lone anybody else's." "Do you think you can get her away ?" "I don't know; 'cause Marse Tom keeps her mighty close.

My! but she's putty.

Beautiful long hair comes way down her back; putty blue eyes, an' jis' ez white ez anybody's in dis place.