“Bimeby, I hear sump’n come swishin’ ’long, an’ in walkt Miss Fanny. I tell you now, suh, ef I’d a met ’er comin’ down de road, I’d ’a’ made a break fer de bushes, she look so much like you know sperrets oughter look—an’ Marse Jesse’s wife wuz layin’ dar wid ’er eyes wide open. She sorter swunk back in de bed when she see Miss Fanny, an’ cry out, ‘Oh, I’m mighty sorry fer ter trouble you; I’m gwine ’way in de mornin’.’ Miss Fanny went ter de bed an’ knelt down ’side it, an’ ’low, ‘No, you ain’t gwine no whar but right in dis house. Yo’ place is here, wid his mudder an’ his gran’fadder.’ Wid dat, Marse Jesse’s wife put her face in de piller an’ moan an’ cry, twel I hatter ax Miss Fanny fer ter please, ma’m, go git some res’. “Well, suh, I stayed dar dat night an’ part er de nex’ day, an’ by dat time all un um wuz kinder quieted down, but dey wuz mighty res’less in de min’, ’speshually Marse Jesse’s wife, which her name wuz Miss Sadie. It seem like dat Marse Jesse wuz livin’ at a town up dar in de fur North whar dey wuz a big lake, an’ he went out wid one er dem ’scursion parties, an’ a storm come up an’ shuck de boat ter pieces. Dat what make I say what I does. I don’t min’ gwine on ’scursions on de groun’, but when it come ter water—well, suh, I ain’t gwine ter trus’ myse’f on water twel I kin walk on it an’ not wet my foots. Marse Jesse wuz de Captain uv a music-ban’ up dar, an’ de papers fum dar had some long pieces ’bout ’im, an’ de paper at home had a piece ’bout ’im. It say he wuz one er de mos’ renounced music-makers what yever had been, an’ dat when it come ter dat kinder doin’s he wuz a puffick prodigal. I ’member de words, suh, bekaze I made Hamp read de piece out loud mo’ dan once. “Miss Sadie, she got mo’ calmer atter while, an’ ’twa’n’t long ’fo’ Marse Gabe an’ Miss Fanny wuz bofe mighty tuck up wid ’er. Dey much’d ’er up an’ made a heap un ’er, an’ she fa’rly hung on dem. I done tol’ you she ain’t purty, but dey wuz sump’n ’bout ’er better dan purtiness. It mought er been ’er eyes, en den ag’in mought er been de way er de gal; but whatsomever ’twuz, hit made you think ’bout ’er at odd times durin’ de day, an’ des ’fo’ you go ter sleep at night. “Eve’ything went swimmin’ along des ez natchul ez a duck floatin’ on de mill-pon’. Dey wa’n’t skacely a day but what I seed Miss Sadie. Ef I ain’t go ter Marse Gabe’s house she’d be sho’ ter come ter mine. Dat uz atter Hamp wuz ’lected ter de legislatur, suh. He ’low dat a member er de ingener’l ensembly ain’t got no bizness livin’ in a kitchen, but I say he ain’t a whit better den dan he wuz befo’. So be, I done been cross ’im so much dat I tell ’im ter git de house an’ I’d live in it ef ’twa’n’t too fur fum Miss Vallie an’ Marse Tumlin. Well, he had it built on de outskyirts, not a big jump fum Miss Vallie an’ betwix’ de town an’ Marse Gabe Towers’s. When you come down ter de fa’r, you mus’ come see me. Me an’ Hamp’ll treat you right; we sholy will.