"Well, it is all settled as far as Mara is concerned," said Mrs. Bodine, with a little laugh, "and there need be no 'miscuous lying. How Mr. Clancy will get out of his scrape remains to be seen."
"Well, I tells you how he git out. I'se keep an eye on dat limpsey-slimpsey runaway as well as on de pots an kittles, an she's gwine ter run away agin from dis yere town jes as soon as de way open. Dat'll be de las you see ob her."
"She's had a hard time of it, poor thing," said Mrs. Bodine, charitably, "and we can't expect her to feel about Charleston as we do. The question is, will Mr. Clancy feel obliged to follow her eventually?"
"I tink he's 'bliged not ter."
"Well, Aun' Sheba, I'm glad you have such strong religious ideas of marriage."
"I'se feerd I ain't bery 'ligious 'bout anyting. I put myself on 'bation while ago, but I kin'er forgits 'bout dat 'bation, I hab so much to tink ob."
Mrs. Bodine began to laugh as she said, "I thought you were a sensible woman, Aun' Sheba."
"Yes, I know. I did tole Marse Clancy dat I hab hoss-sense."
"Then you were lying 'miscuously."
"How dat, missus?"