“Yassum, I’d bust a hundred commandments ef I could look lak you.”
“I accept the compliment, if I can’t commend your morals.”
“Yassum.”
A sudden flash of lightning revealed the clouds of a rapidly approaching summer storm.
Stella frowned.
“It’s going to storm,” she said, fretfully,
“Yassum, but he’ll come.”
The mistress laughed in spite of herself.
“I’m not worrying about his coming, Maggie.”
“Nobum, you needn’t worry. He swim er river ef he couldn’t git here no odder way—dar he is now!”