“Oh, do shet up! — s’pose the rats took the sheet? Where’s it gone, Lize?”

“Clah to goodness I hain’t no notion, Miss’ Sally. She wuz on de clo’s-line yistiddy, but she done gone: she ain’ dah no mo’ now.”

“I reckon the world is coming to an end.

I never see the beat of it in all my born days. A shirt, and a sheet, and a spoon, and six can — “

“Missus,” comes a young yaller wench, “dey’s a brass cannelstick miss’n.”

“Cler out from here, you hussy, er I’ll take a skillet to ye!”

Well, she was just a-biling.