“‘Is Moses ’wake yet?’
“An’ I answer an’ say, I do:
“‘No, ole mist’ess, my po’ ole man is soun’ ’sleep.’
“An’ dat were lie de fus’. An’ den I say:
“‘I yeckon by de time yo’ get dress an’ get yo’ breakfas’, my po’ ole man will youse up.’
“Den I jus’ slip ’way one minute to see how my po’ ole man was gettin’ on. An’ dere he was moanin’ to hisse’f, an’ gettin’ berry impatient at long las’, an’ sayin’, as soon as ebber he see me:
“‘Is she ’wake yet? Oh, is she ’wake yet?’
“An’ I say:
“‘No; she soun’ ’sleep.’
“’Caze yo’ see, young marster, I wanted de ole mist’ess to get a comfor’able breakfas’ fo’ gwine frough any tryin’ time, long ob my po’ ole man. An’ dat was lie de frurd. An’ so I kep’ on gwine f’om one to tudder, lyin’ fas’ as a horse could trot, ’til ole mist’ess was dress’ an’ had her breakfas’ good.”