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She
began
asking
questions
so
brusquely
and
giving
orders
so
decisively
Pork
's
eyebrows
went
up
in
mystification
.
Miss
Ellen
did
n't
never
talk
so
short
to
nobody
,
not
even
when
she
caught
them
stealing
pullets
and
watermelons
.
She
asked
again
about
the
fields
,
the
gardens
,
the
stock
,
and
her
green
eyes
had
a
hard
bright
glaze
which
Pork
had
never
seen
in
them
before
.
"
Yas
'm
,
dat
hawse
daid
,
lyin
'
dar
whar
Ah
tie
him
wid
his
nose
in
de
water
bucket
he
tuhned
over
.
No
'm
,
de
cow
ain
'
daid
.
Din
'
you
know
?
She
done
have
a
calf
las
'
night
.
Dat
why
she
beller
so
.
"
"
A
fine
midwife
your
Prissy
will
make
,
"
Scarlett
remarked
caustically
.
"
She
said
she
was
bellowing
because
she
needed
milking
.
"
"
Well
'm
,
Prissy
ain
'
fixin
'
ter
be
no
cow
midwife
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
"
Pork
said
tactfully
.
"
An
'
ain
'
no
use
quarrelin
'
wid
blessin
's
,
'
cause
dat
calf
gwine
ter
mean
a
full
cow
an
'
plen
'
y
buttermilk
fer
de
young
Misses
,
lak
dat
Yankee
doctah
say
dey
'
need
.
"
"
All
right
,
go
on
.
Any
stock
left
?
"
"
No
'm
.
Nuthin
'
'
cept
one
ole
sow
an
'
her
litter
.
Ah
driv
dem
inter
de
swamp
de
day
de
Yankees
come
,
but
de
Lawd
knows
how
we
gwine
git
dem
.
She
mean
,
dat
sow
.
"
"
We
'll
get
them
all
right
.
You
and
Prissy
can
start
right
now
hunting
for
her
.
"
Pork
was
amazed
and
indignant
.
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
dat
a
fe'el
han
's
bizness
.
Ah
's
allus
been
a
house
nigger
.
"
