a-livin', that you've come to tell me that I was a fool fur takin' that child. 'Liphalet, don't pertend: I know it."
"Oh, no, Miss Hester; I would n't dast do nothin' like that; you know, 'He that calleth his brother a fool is in danger o' hell fire,' an' I 'low the Lord don't make it no easier when it happens to be a sister. No, Miss Hester, you know yore own business best, an' you 've got along this fur without bein' guided by people. I guess you'll git through; but a child, Miss Hester, don't you think that it's a leetle bit resky?"
"Resky? I don't see why. The child ain't a-goin' to eat me or burn the house down."
"No, no,—none o' that,—I don't mean that at all; but then, you see, you ain't never had no—that is—you 'ain't had much experunce in the bringin' up o' childern, specially boys."
"Much! I ain't had none. But I've been brought up."
"That's true, that's true, an' a mighty good job yore mother made of it, too. I don't know of no spryer or stirrin'er woman around here at yore age."
