I used to say my old missis was 'Hell a mile.'
I did n' s'pose you en young missis 'u'd be gwine on yo' dribe ter-day, but bein' ez it's my pa't ter take you ef you does, I 'lowed I 'd repo't fer dooty, en let you say whuther er no you wants ter go.
"Missis is spinnin' up in de north chamber," said Candace; "but I'll run up and fetch her down.
Her missis was a school-teacher, and she loved sister.
that, Mary?' 'Yes, missis, here,' was the reply; 'I know it is so here, in this world.'