here,” said the pallid, spiteful creature, and spat as she talked. “She nevah done that fer me. I be’n sick a heap o’ times, an’ she hain’t nevah come nigh me to do a lick.”

Frale was annoyed to hear Cassandra thus spoken against, for was she not his own? He chose to defend her, while purposely concealing his bitter anger against the doctor. “The’ hain’t nothin’ agin Cassandry. She’s sorter kin to me, an’ I ‘low the’ hain’t.”

“Naw,” said the woman, changing instantly at the threatening tone, “the’ hain’t nothin’ agin her. I reckon he tells her whar to go, an’ she jes’ goes like he tells her.