"'Have you been watching the sale?' she says, breakin' in.
"'Yes'm—some,' I says.
"'Liza, you may go to your kitchen now,' she says. 'Can you tell me if they have sold the mare, Mary Goodloe, yet?' she says to me when the nigger woman's gone.
"'Yes'm, she was sold,' I says.
"She flinches like I'd hit her 'n' I see her chin begin to quiver, but she bites her lip 'n' I looks off down the road to give her a chance. Pretty soon she's back fur more. I'm feelin' like a hound.
"'Do you know who bought her?' she says.
"'A nigger man they call Uncle Jake buys her,' I says.
"'Uncle Jake!' she says. 'Are you sure? Was he an old man with poor eyesight?'
"'He was old all right,' I says. 'But I don't notice about his eyes. He give twenty dollars fur her.'
"'Is that all she brought?' she says.