"De woman-folks allers owns de cows, so cou'se dey's Miss Sally's cows."
"Whose chickens are those in the yard?"
"Dey's woman's t'ings, too, en cou'se dey's Miss Sally's."
"To whom do those mules belong?"
"Dey's jest only mules en dey don' hab no owners. Dey don' b'long ter nobody 'specially, en don' nobody want 'em 'specially cep'n fer ter wu'k. Dey's dif'unt fum udder prop'ty; dey ain' one t'ing ner de udder."
Looking up General Pitcher saw a flock of wild ducks flying across the river in delightful irresponsibility.
"Whose ducks are those?" he asked.
The boy looked up and turned toward the General with an expression of scorn.
"Dey's dey own ducks," he asserted emphatically. "Lawd, Marsa, whar you been all yo' life not ter know dat wile ducks is dey own ducks?"