"Who doos? It's Miss Fliddy Ringgan."
"Mamma!" exclaimed Constance looking up.
"What does she have to do with it?" said Mrs. Evelyn.
"There don't nobody else have nothin' to deu with it--I guess she's pretty much the hull," said her coadjutor. "Her and me was a picking 'em afore sunrise."
"All that basketful!"
"'Tain't all strawberries--there's garden sass up to the top."
"And does she send that too?"
"She sends that teu," said Philetus succinctly.
"But hasn't she any help in taking care of the garden?" said Constance.
"Yes marm--I calculate to help considerable in the back garden--she won't let no one into the front where she grows her posies."