Dar's watah dar an' soap an' towels, s'posin' you likes fo' to wash off de dust ob trabel befo' you sits down to de table.

'Bout de time you gits done dat de hot cakes and toast and tea'll be fotched up from de kitchen." With that she turned and left the room.
The sisters stood for a moment gazing in a bewildered way each into the other's face.

Not one word had they understood; but the gestures had been more intelligible.

Aunt Dicey had pointed toward the open door of the adjoining room, and they comprehended that it was intended for their occupancy.
"What a dark-skinned woman, sister," said Alma at last.

"What did she say?
What language does she speak ?" Christine shook her head.