1 "Ah ain never figgered dat out, mahseff," replied Jeems, undisturbed by his master's scowl.
2 Ah has tole you an tole you dat you kin allus tell a lady by dat she eat lak a bird.
3 Doan step down in dat mud, he ordered severely, as Scarlett gathered up her skirts preparatory to descending.
4 Miss Scarlett, you better tek dat chile.
5 But, Miss Scarlett, dat whisky ain no good.
6 Miss Scarlett, it wuz dem Slatterys, dem trashy, no-good, low-down po'-w'ite Slatterys dat kilt Miss Ellen.
7 Yas'm, dat hawse daid, lyin dar whar Ah tie him wid his nose in de water bucket he tuhned over.
8 Miss Scarlett, dat a fe'el han's bizness.
9 An dey driv dey cannons an waggins cross de cotton till it plum ruint, cept a few acres over on de creek bottom dat dey din notice.
10 It's mah notion dat 'twarn't de Yankees whut beat our gempmum.'
11 Not outer Miss Ellen's po'teers is you gwine have a new dress, ef dat's whut you figgerin on.
12 Dat's whut you thinks," said Mammy firmly, "but Ah is gwine wid you an dat new dress.
13 Ah ain never seed ha'r dat color in mah life.
14 "Keep yo shoulders unner dat kivver," ordered Mammy, passing the hand mirror to her, a smile on her thick lips.
15 Ah kain have you buy dat stuff yo'seff.