“Naw, I didn't done SEED her.”
“What?”
“She want in de show.”
“What you jes' tell me?”
“She's a-trabbelin' wid 'em, Mandy, but she didn't done ride.”
“See heah, Hasty Jones, is dat ere chile sick?”
“I don' rightly know,” said Hasty. “A great big man, what wored clothes like a gemmen, comed out wid a whip in his hand and says as how he's 'bliged to 'nounce anudder gal in Miss Polly's place. An' den he says as how de udder gal was jes' as good, an' den everybody look disappinted like, an' den out comes de udder gal on a hoss an' do tricks, an' I ain't heard no more 'bout Miss Polly.”
“Why didn't you done ask somebody?”
“Warn't nobody ter ask but de man what wuz hurryin' ever'body to get out of de tent. I done ast him, but he say as 'didn't I git ma money's worth?' an' den ebberbody laugh, an' he shove me 'long wid de rest of de folks, an' here I is.”
“She's sick, dat's what I says,” Mandy declared, excitedly; “an' somebody's got to do somethin'!”