And here I is!" sez she firmly, and took up the empty tray and departed.
She wuz a good singer, her voice full of the sweetness and heart searchin' pathos of her race.

And her wild flights of imagination never hurt anyone but herself.
Well, after supper, which they called dinner, I felt considerable better.

Josiah stayed down in the parlor talkin' to Grandpa Huff and Billy, and Molly come up in my room agin and sot with me, whilst twilight let down her soft gray mantilly round us and pinned it to the earth with silver stars (metafor).
I always take it as a great compliment when folks confide the deepest secrets of their heart to me.

And Id'no why it is, but they most always do; I mean them that I take to nachully.

Sometimes I've felt first rate by it and spozed it wuz because I had such a noble riz up look to my face.