If you plase, mam, I have a letther; and would you plase rade it for me?
Mam'selle, it is your favorite tipple, and deliciously cool.
Indeed Mam threw her apron over her head and fled to the cook-house.
Mam saw him first, and for a moment she was almost a white woman.
"And if you do not want me, Mam'selle—" for there was much to do at home.
Mam'selle, I hope you will ...