"Lawd, what could she do—widout yo' pa?"
"Oh, I'd have done something. What did Phyllis do?"
"Phyllis? Dess th'ash' de bed fo' th'ee days—eyes a-blazin' murdeh; th'ee days and de Lawd know' how many night'. Yo' ma done one thing but you don't want to know dat, I reckon."
"What did she do? Did she turn Whig?"
"Wuss!—ef wuss kin be. She tu'n'—dat day—Abolitionless. Ain't neveh tell me, but—you ax heh. Mebbe it wa'n't all 'count o' Phyllis. Mebbe it wa'n't plumb hoss-sensible nohow. But dat day— You ax heh!"
Ramsey flashed: "What are you telling me all this for?"
"Lawd! An' how many time' is you say, 'Go on'?"
"I meant about the Quakeress."
"Well, ain't dis de story o' de Quak'ess? When——"
"Stop! I'll tell it to you. I see it all."