Molly wuz in my room also sweet as a June rosy.

Aunt Tryphena wuz quiverin' with excitement, and she sez, "Lazy, good for nothin' things! but it hain't what they _do_ that I mind but it is their iggorance I despise." Sez Molly, "If they are ignorant you ought to overlook it, Aunt Pheeny." [Illustration] "Overlook it!" sez she, turnin' an' facin' us with her hands on her portly hips.

"I hain't used to no such trash.

When anybody has lived with the highest nobility they can't stomach such low down niggers.

Why, I used to have 'em kneelin' at my feet, four or five at a time, askin' what I'd have for dinner.