Ain’ de Same
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Mis’ Annie en Missa’ John, deys good folk. Dey lack de tales I tel em, ‘ven doe sum doan seem ter hab happy en dins’. Dese yer days are rough on eber body co’se ‘a’ de wah. I’m glad dat dey’s willin’ ter lis sen, ‘ven doe Missa’ John don’ wan ter ‘ear much ’bout de hapnins en dese pa’ts. He got his vimyad ter luk atter. Good ole Mars Dugal’ McAdoo once had ter luk atter de vimyad too. Dey, de too er dem, ain’ de same ter one anudder doe. I’m glad dat Mis’ Annie got him ter let Tom stay, he’s my…
[to Tom]
“I would n’ spec’ fer you ter b’lieve me” Tom, but dese folks lis’n: dey decent folks. I noe you don’ noe much ’bout tendin’ ga’dens, cut n’ wood en fet shin water. I was once yo’ age m’sef: but dose days wuz d’ffr’nt. Back den, I wud n’t be tel tales tuh dem folks, lek you saw me do ‘n ‘ere terday. Eben doe Mars Dugal ‘nt ’round, it doe ‘nt mean dat folk lek im don’ [e]xist, so you habe ter keep your eyes n’ ears open.