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.

Mam saw him first, and for a moment she was almost a white woman.

Indeed Mam threw her apron over her head and fled to the cook-house.

"And if you do not want me, Mam'selle—" for there was much to do at home.

Mam'selle, I hope you will like us, since we have come to stay.

Mam'selle wondered that there was no jealousy in her young heart.

Allow me to congratulate you, Mam'selle, on having so sincere a friend.

"It does, Mam," replied Martha, as heartily as if she had not heard the remark before.

I brung him home, and your mam she passed out the clothes-line, and I tied him up.