Mas'r Sumner an' a'heap mo' on 'em would jes' like fur to kill dat Mas'r Dayton ef dey could cotch him. |
Mas'r and Tom pelted the poor drowning creature with stones. |
Mas'r never ought ter left it so that ye could be took for his debts. |
I'd rather go to torment, and get away from mas'r and Missis. |
When 'd Mas'r ever get his dinner, if I vas to spend all my time a washin' and a puttin' up dishes? |
Give my love to mas'r, and dear good Missis, and everybody in the place! |