"'I ain't yerd nothin' 'bout no goose,' I says. 'I'll ask de cook.'
"Next minute I hyerd old marsa a-hollerin:
"'Mammy Jane, ain't we got a goose?'
"'Lord-a-massy! yes, marsa. Chad, you wu'thless nigger, ain't you tuk dat goose out yit?'
"'Is we got a goose?' said I.
"'Is we got a goose? Didn't you help pick it?'
"I see whar my hair was short, an' I snatched up a hot dish from de hearth, opened de oven do', an' slide de goose in jes as he was, an' lay him down befo' Marsa John.
"'Now see what de ladies 'll have for dinner,' says ole marsa, pickin' up his carvin' knife.
"'What'll you take for dinner, Miss?' says I. 'Baked ham?'
"'No,' says she, lookin' up to whar Marsa John sat. 'I think I'll take a leg ob dat goose.'