'n' sich everlast'n rubbage. He's plumb crazy, s'I; it's what I says in the fust place, it's what I says in the middle, 'n' it's what I says last 'n' all the time—the nigger's crazy—crazy 's Nebokoodneezer, s'I."
"An' look at that-air ladder made out'n rags, Sister Hotchkiss," says old Mrs. Damrell, "what in the name o' goodness could he ever want of—"
"The very words I was a-sayin' no longer ago th'n this minute to Sister Utterback, 'n' she'll tell you so herself. Sh-she,
OLD MRS. HOTCHKISS.
look at that-air rag ladder, sh-she; 'n' s'l, yes, look at it, s'I—what could he a wanted of it, s'I? Sh-she, Sister Hotchkiss, sh-she—"
"But how in the nation'd they ever git that grindstone in there, any-way? 'n' who dug that-air hole? 'n' who—"
"My very words, Brer Penrod! I was a-sayin'—pass that-air sasser o' m'lasses, won't ye?—I was a-sayin' to Sister Dunlap, jist this minute, how did they git that grindstone in there, s'I. Without help, mind you—'thout help! Thar's
