""Now, Harriet," she said, as they rode along on their return journey, "you mus 'jis' thank me fer finin 'yore chile, 'cause I got him to come to dat big meetin' wid me.""
"Beautiful long hair comes way down her back; putty blue eyes, an 'jis' ez white ez anybody's in dis place."
"You skears me sometimes; for your eyes are a-gettin 'jis' as sad-lookin 'as Mr. D'Arcy's eyes, an' it's all along o 'fret-tin'. '"