"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'."

'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'.'
