e bes' of all.

"Dat evenin', bout sunset, dee come drivin' up in de big ker'idge, wid
de gret hyah trunk stropped on de seat behind, an' Nancy she settin' by
Billy, an' Marse George settin' inside by he rose-bud, 'cause he had
done gone down to bring her up; an' marster he done been drest in he
blue coat an' yallow westket ever sence dinner, an' walkin' roun',
watchin' up de road all de time, an' tellin' de mistis he reckon dee
ain' comin', an ole mistis she try to pacify him, an' she come out
presney drest, an' rustlin' in her stiff black silk an' all; an' when
de ker'idge come in sight, ev'ybody wuz runnin'; an' when dee draw up
to de do', Marse George he help her out an' in'duce her to marster an'
ole mistis; an' marster he start to meck her a gret bow, an' she jes
put up her mouf like a little gal to be kissed, an' dat got him. An'
mistis teck her right in her arms an' kiss her twice, an' de servants
dee wuz all peepin' an' grinnin'.

"Ev'ywhar you tun you see a nigger teef, 'cause dee all warn see de
young mistis whar good 'nough for Marse George.

"Dee ain' gwine be married tell de next fall, 'count o' Miss Charlotte
bein' so young; but she jes good as b'longst to we all now; an' ole
marster an' mistis dee jes as much in love wid her as Marse George.
Hi! dee warn pull de house down an' buil' it over for her! An' ev'y
han' on de place he peepin' to try to git a look at he young mistis
whar he gwine b'longst to. One evenin' dee all on 'em come roun' de
porch an' send for Marse George, an' when he come out, Charley Brown
(he al'ays de speaker, 'cause he got so much mouf, kin' talk pretty as
white folks), he say dee warn interduce to de young mistis, an' pay dee
bespects to her; an' presney Marse George lead her out on de porch
laughin' at her, wid her face jes rosy as a wine-sop apple, an' she
meck 'em a beautiful bow' an' speak to 'em ev'y one, Marse George
namin' de names; an' Charley Brown he meck her a pretty speech, an'
tell her we mighty proud to own her; an' one o' dem impident gals ax
her to gin her dat white frock when she git married; an' when she say,
'Well, what am I goin' wear?' Sally say, 'Lord, honey, Marse George
gwine dress you in pure gol'!' an' she look up at him wid sparks
flashin' out her eyes, while he look like dat ain' good 'nough for her.
An' so twuz, when she went 'way, Sally Marshall got dat frock, an'
proud on it I tell you."

[Illustration: "_Marse George lead her out on de porch.