"You cannot buy cream at all in this neighborhood, but I will supply your master, with great pleasure, until his cows come home."
"Thanky, mist'ess! thanky, honey! I 'cepts of it wid all de comfort in life! An' if so be you-dem wants any plums, or pears, or squinches, for 'serves, we'd s'ply you in like manner."
After this Aunt Hannah came every morning for her pitcher of cream. One morning I overheard her talking with Cassy in the kitchen.
"How you dew likes your new place?" inquired Cassy.
"Hush, honey!" exclaimed the other, with an air of deep mystery.
"Lord! 'deed, now?" whispered Cassy.
"Trufe I'm telling you!" replied Hannah.
"Do any one sturve you o' nights?"
"Hush, honey!"
"Who?"