'Yas, I is dat, massa; Union ter de back-bone,' responded the negress, grinning widely.
'All th' Union ye knows on,' replied the master, winking slyly at me, 'is th' union yer goin' ter hitch up 'long with black Cale over ter Squire Taylor's.'
'No, 'tan't, massa; takes more'n tu ter make de Union.'
'Yas, I knows; it gin'rally takes ten or a dozen: reckon it'll take a dozen with ye.'
'John, ye mustn't talk so ter th' sarvents; it spiles 'em,' said his wife.
'No it doan't; do it, Aggy?'
'Lor', missus, I doan't keer what massa say; but I doan't leff no oder man run on so ter me!'
'No more'n ye doan't, gal! only Cale.'
'Nor him, massa; I makes him stan' 'roun', I reckon.'
'I reckon ye du; ye wudn't be yer massa's gal ef ye didn't.'