"That'll do!" said Bessy, falling back in her chair. "I should be loth to have yo' looked down upon."
"Oh! I'll be fine enough, if that will save me from being looked down upon in Milton."
"I wish I could see you dressed up," said Bessy. "I reckon, yo're not what folk would ca' pretty; yo've not red and white enough for that. But dun yo' know, I ha' dreamt of yo', long afore ever I seed yo'."
"Nonsense, Bessy!"

I'll be fine enough.'
'I wish I could see you dressed up,' said Bessy. 'I reckon, you're not what folk would call pretty. But yo' know, I ha' dreamt of yo', long afore ever I seed yo'.'
'Nonsense, Bessy!'
