“Den she walked up en down, en eve’y time she do dat de dishes dey rattle wuss en wuss. Den she holler out:
“‘Stop dat sassin’ at me, I tell you! I’m de mistiss in dis house!’
“Yit de dishes keep on rattlin’ en shakin’, en bimeby de ’oman run ter de cubberd, she did, en grab de dishes en fling um out in de yard, en no sooner’s she do dis dan dey wuz busted all ter flinders.
“I tell you w’at, mon,” said Uncle Remus, after pausing a moment to see how this proceeding had affected the little boy. “I tell you w’at, mon, wimmen folks is mighty kuse. Dey is dat, des ez sho’ ez de worl’. Bimeby de nigger man come home, en w’en he see all de dishes broke up he wuz ’stonish’, but he ain’t say nuthin’. He des look up at de sun fer ter see w’at time it is, en feel er hisse’f fer ter see ef he well. Den he up ’n holler:
“‘Ole ’oman, yer some fish w’at I bring you. I speck you better clean um fer dinner.’ De ’oman, she ’low:
“‘Lay um down dar.’ De man, he tuck en lay um down en draw’d a bucket er water out er de well.
“Den, bimeby, de ’oman, she come out en start ter clean de fish. She pick um up, she did, en start ter scrape de scales off, but she sees der eyes wide open, en she ’low:
“‘Shet dem eyes! Don’t you be a-lookin’ at me!’
“Fish, dey keep on a-lookin’. ’Oman, she holler out:
“‘Shet up dem eyes, I tell you! I ’m de mistiss er dish yer house!’