“I tell you de trufe, suh, whiles you could count ten you might ’a’ pusht me over wid a straw, an’ den, suh, my dander ’gun ter rise. I must ’a’ show’d it in my looks, ’kaze Marse Tumlin laid his han’ on my shoulder an’ say, ‘Don’t kick up no racket, Minervy Ann; you got Hamp right whar you want ’im. You know what we come fer.’ Well, suh, I hatter stan’ dar an’ swaller right hard a time er two, ’kaze I ain’t got no use fer mulatters; to make um, you got ter spile good white blood an’ good nigger blood, an’ when dey er made dey got in um all dat’s mean an’ low down on bofe sides, an’ ef dey yever is ter be saved, dey’ll all hatter be baptize twice han’ runnin’—once fer de white dat’s in um, and once fer de black. De Bible mayn’t sesso, but common-sense’ll tell you dat much. “Well, suh, I stood dar some little time watchin’ Hamp’s motions, an’ he wuz makin’ sech a big fool er hisse’f dat I des come mighty nigh laughin’ out loud, but all dat time Marse Tumlin had de idee dat I wuz mad, an’ when I start to’rds Hamp, wid my pairsol grabbed in de middle, he ’low, ‘Min’ yo’ eye, Minervy Ann.’ I walk up, I did, an’ punch Hamp in de back wid de pairsol. Ef I’d ’a’ hit ’im on de head wid a pile-driver, he couldn’t ’a’ been mo’ dum’founder’d. He look like he wuz gwine th’oo’ de sidewalk. I say, ‘When you git time, I’d like ter have a little chat wid you.’ He ’low, ‘Why, why’—an’ wid dat he stuck de lit een’ er his segyar in his mouf. Well, suh, you may b’lieve you done seed splutterin’ an’ splatterin’, but you ain’t never seed none like dat. He made a motion, Hamp did, like he wanter make me ’painted wid de mulatter gals, but I say, ‘When you git time fum yo’ Legislatur’, I got a sesso fer you ter hear.’ “Wid dat, suh, I turn ’roun’ an’ cross de street an’ foller on atter Marse Tumlin an’ Marse Bolivar. I ain’t mo’n git ’cross, ’fo’ here come Hamp. He ’low, ‘Why, honey, whyn’t you tell me you wuz comin’? When’d you come?’ I say, ‘Oh, I’m _honey_, is I? Well, maybe you’ll fin’ a bee in de comb.’ He ’low, ‘Whyn’t you tell me you wuz comin’ so I kin meet you at de train?’ I say, ‘I wanter see what kinder fambly you got in dis town. An’ I seed it! I seed it!’ “Well, suh, I ’speck I’d ’a’ got mad ag’in, but ’bout dat time we cotch up wid Marse Tumlin an’ Marse Bolivar. Marse Tumlin turn ’roun’, he did, an’ holler out, ‘Well, ef here ain’t Minervy Ann! What you doin’ up here, an’ how did you lef’ yo’ Miss Vallie?’ He shuck han’s des like he ain’t see me befo’ in a mont’, an’ Marse Bolivar done de same. I humor’d um, suh, but I ain’t know what dey wuz up ter fer long atterwards. Dey don’t want Hamp ter know dat I come ’long wid um. Den dey went on, an’ me an’ Hamp went ter whar he stay at.