“You know how loud I kin talk, suh, when I’m min’ ter. Well, I talk loud den an’ dar. I ’low, ‘What you-all doin’? Is you gwine ter let Marse Jesse’s wife lay here an’ die des ’kaze he dead? Ef you is, I’ll des go whar I b’longs at!’ Dis kinder fotch um ’roun’, an’ ’twa’n’t no time ’fo’ we had de white lady in de bed whar Jesse use ter sleep at, an’ soon’s we got ’er cuddled down in it, she come ’roun’. But she wuz in a mighty bad fix. She wanter git up an’ go off, an’ ’twuz all I could do fer ter keep ’er in bed. She done like she wuz plum distracted. Dey wa’n’t skacely a minnit fer long hours, an’ dey wuz mighty long uns, suh, dat she wa’n’t moanin’ an’ sayin’ dat she wa’n’t gwine ter stay, an’ she hope de Lord’d fergive ’er. I tell you, suh, ’twuz tarryfyin’. I shuck nex’ day des like folks do when dey er honin’ atter dram. “You may ax me how come I ter stay dar,” Aunt Minervy Ann suggested with a laugh. “Well, suh, ’twa’n’t none er my doin’s. I ’speck dey mus’ be sump’n wrong ’bout me, ’kaze no matter how rough I talk ner how ugly I look, sick folks an’ childun alters takes up wid me. When I go whar dey is, it’s mighty hard fer ter git ’way fum um. So, when I say ter Jesse’s wife, ‘Keep still, honey, an’ I’ll go home an’ not pester you,’ she sot up in bed an’ say ef I gwine she gwine too. I say, ‘Nummine ’bout me, honey, you lay down dar an’ don’t talk too much.’ She ’low, ‘Le’ me talk ter you an’ tell you all ’bout it.’ But I shuck my head an’ say dat ef she don’t hush up an’ keep still I’m gwine right home. “I had ter do ’er des like she wuz a baby, suh. She wa’n’t so mighty purty, but she had purty ways, ’stracted ez she wuz, an’ de biggest black eyes you mos’ ever seed, an’ black curly ha’r cut short kinder, like our folks use ter w’ar der’n. Den de house-gal fotched some tea an’ toas’, an’ dis holp ’er up mightly, an’ atter dat I sont ter Marse Gabe fer some dram, an’ de gal fotched de decanter fum de side-bode. Bein’, ez you may say, de nurse, I tuck an’ tas’e er de dram fer ter make sho’ dat nobody ain’t put nothin’ in it. An’, sho’ ’nuff, dey ain’t.” Aunt Minervy Ann paused and smacked her lips. “Atter she got de vittles an’ de dram, she sorter drap off ter sleep, but ’twuz a mighty flighty kinder sleep. She’d wake wid a jump des ’zackly like babies does, an’ den she’d moan an’ worry twel she dozed off ag’in. I nodded, suh, bekaze you can’t set me down in a cheer, night er day, but what I’ll nod, but in betwix’ an’ betweens I kin hear Marse Gabe Towers walkin’ up an’ down in de liberry; walk, walk; walk, walk, up an’ down. I ’speck ef I’d ’a’ been one er de nervious an’ flighty kin’ dey’d ’a’ had to tote me out er dat house de nex’ day; but me! I des kep’ on a-noddin’.