"What then?"
She twisted a piece of her calico gown.
"Were you the laundress?"
"Me? No, mehm. Bet an' Sabina done de washin'."
"Well, and you? Were you nurse?"
The down-trodden one shook her head.
"Nebber could abide chillen."
"Well, what did you do?"
The President leaned in a threatening attitude over the desk.
"Huh! Me, mehm? Me—w'y," speaking soothingly, "Lor bress yo' soul, mehm, I done kep' de flies off'n ole missis."