The things we do!

Doan' you worry none,
Ma'am. You gwine be fine, by mawnin'. You suttinly is a right
handsome lady, Ma'am!"
The old woman shuffled from the room, to join her master at the
foot of the stairs.
"Where is she, Sally?" demanded Dunwody, "and how is she?"
"She's right tired, suh," said Sally non-committally. And then,
"Mighty fine lookin' lady, suh. An' she is a lady! Huc'cum her
here, Marse Warv'l? Whut you-all--"
"What did she say to you?"
"Nothin' 'cept she's gwine git away right soon. White folkes'
business ain't none o' my business."
"Well, never you mind about all that, Sally. Now listen. It's
your business to keep her there, in that room. When she wants
anything, get it. But don't you talk to her, you understand. I
reckon you do understand, don't you?"
"I reckon I does, suh."
"Well, all right then. If she goes to walk, keep her in sight.
She doesn't send out letters to any one, and doesn't talk to
strangers, do you understand?"
"I reckon I does, suh.


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