Sometimes I think she's really a gym teacher twilight-zoned into the corridors of government. I'm always surprised to see that it's a gold, clipless Cross pen she's carrying and not a gym whistle.

Dey uster have a song 'bout de Mockers roun' de cabins, an' a dance went wid it, 'cause it was a berry long song; but aftah dat Sambo done change it some when he uster sing it.

[H]e had probably committed Violence with his Hands, had not the Parſon interpoſed, ſaying, 'For Heaven's Sake, Sir, animadvert that you are in the Houſe of a great Lady.[']

Yes, missus, replied the negro, scratching his head, de horses am berry lazy; spec dey's got de spring fever.