"In co'se I is!"
"An' de skift locked?"
"In co'se I is!"
"An' Blucher fed?"
"What's de matter wid you, Hannah? You reckon I gwine forgit my reg'lar business?"
The old woman smoked in silence for some minutes. Then she said:
"Isrul!"
"What you want, Hannah?"
"I say, Isrul, I got some'h'n' on my mind. Hit 's been on my mind more 'n a yeah, an' hit 's a-gittin' wuss."
"What is it, Hannah?"