"Fifteen dollars? I god you'se as crazy as uh betsy bug! Five dollars."
A woman stay round uh store till she get old as Masthusalem and still can’t cut a little like thing of tobacco.
T'ain't no use in gettin' all mad, Janie, 'cause Ah mentionyou ain't no young gal no mo'. Nobody in heah ain't lookin' forno wife outa yuh.
You big-bellies round here and put out a lot of brag, but 'tain't nothin' to it but yo' big voice. Humph! Talkin"bout me lookin' old! When you pull down yo' britches, you look lak de change uh life
'Tain't dat, Jody. Ah ain't here tuh blame nobody. Ah'm just tryin' tuh make you know what kinda person Ah is befo' it's too late.
Joe's funeral was the finest thing Orange County had ever seen withNegro eyes. The motor hearse, the Cadillac and Buick carriages;Dr. Henderson there in his Lincoln;
He set it up and began to show her and she found herself glowing inside. Somebody wanted her to play. Somebody thought it natural for her to play. That was even nice. She looked him over and got little thrills from one of his good points. Those full, lazy eyes with the lashes curling sharply away like drawn scimitars. Then lean, over-padded shoulders and narrow waist. Even nice!