"Tell yo' de troot, Ella," Lizzie answered, "I jus' use de las' drop meself to sweeten Christian's coffee. It make he coffee taste good."
"An' how's Christian, soulee?"
"Oh, so so, chile."
"He still at de quarry?"
"Yes, soul."
"Well, I gwine go back down de gap. I lef' de pot boilin'."
"Yes, soulee gal, I jus' shell de bonavis an' put dem in, an' in course de dumplings will tek long fo' swell up."
"Which kahl to mine dat las' ebenin' Christian bring home a bag o' soup crabs from Miss Foulkes, de buckra. She are always givin' him soup meat, or pepper soup, or crab fo' soup, fo' tek' 'way. Howsomevah, dem crabs is so nice, chile, I nevah taste nothin' like dem in all me bawn days."
"We usta catch dem in Low'rd, too—but I don't like dem. Giv' me de belly ache."
"Why yo' don't go up de road an' get a bag o' salt?"