Dear Folks,
Stay the wake: she jes' won't lie down an' quit a'kickin'!
Lan' sakes alive, a pore ol' gal cain't git no res' t' save 'er soul, whut withall ya'll varmints a catterwaulin' an' a' carryin' on like ya done crosst the river Jordan an' a' come t' Glory! Ain't never seed sech a fuss in all m' born days, Ah do declare. Git along witcha, now, 'r Ah'll a' ha' t' set ol' Blue t' worry yer britches off'n ya! Y'all oughter knows Ah'ze too ornery t' go quiet. So y'all c'n stow th' vittles back up t' th' ice-house an' pack off the parson, Honey-lambs, a'cause Ah ain't daid yit!
Shula