"We can place this small table just behind that one, Liza, and stand the flowers on it."
"Dat's de ticket, Sistah! 'Peahs to me yo' alwuz knows jes' de right t'ing."
"What is it, dear?" asked the nurse, for Mary was looking about the room as if in search of something.
"My new doll, Sister, please. Do you know where she is? Uncle hasn't seen her. I couldn't bear to look at her after the babies had gone."
"I put her in the high chair in your playroom, Mary."
"I'se gwine to fotch her fo' yo', honey. She am de lubliest doll-baby yo' has, she sahtinly am! She's done fooled dis yeah chile 'bout fawty times, sottin' dah smilin' wif her li'l hands reachin' out fo' me to tek her."
"Please bring the chair, too, Liza. She can sit right by the bed."
The maid soon returned.
"Dah she am! Ain't she jes' too lubly! What's her name, Miss May-ree?"
"Amelia Anabelle."