"Yo' brother Bill a gittin' better?" Jasper inquired.
Round and round Laz twisted his hat. "Pearter than he war yistidy, but not as peart as he war the day befo'."
"Yo' mother still a eatin' of spoon vidults, Laz?"
"No, doc' he 'lows she kin eat knife an' fork stuff now."
"Any news over yo' way?"
"Nuthin' wuth dividin'. Doc' he sewed Patterson up an' 'lows he may git well."
"Why, what's the matter with Patterson?"
"Sam Perdue cut him with a knife."
"Fur pity's sake," Margaret exclaimed.
"I ain't hearn about it," said Jasper.