"Dere am plenty ob boxes of wine up near house. Dis black trash like rum better, leave wine for de mulattoes; dey bery bad man dose. Where you go now, Marse Glober? Me take some time to get de tings."
"It would be a good thing, too, if you could get hold of enough cotton cloth to make dresses for them."
The old woman nodded.
"Plenty ob dat, sah. Storehouses all broke open, eberyone take what him like. Dis dreadful day, almost break Dinah's heart."
"It has been a terrible day, Dinah, and I am afraid that the same bad work is going on everywhere."
"So dey say, marse, so dey say. Where you go now, sah?"
"I am going to the overseers' huts to hear what their plans are. Where shall I meet you, Dinah?"
"Me take tings to bush just where you and de ladies ran in. Me make two or tree journeys, but me be as quick as can."
"Do; it is anxious work for Myra there, and I want to get back as soon as I can. Her mother is asleep, and even if she wakes I do not think she will be able to talk much."
"Me hurry, sah, but can't get 'tuff to stain you skin to-night. Find berries up in de wood to-morrow."