Some un sick at yo' house, Mis' Carter? inquired Lila. "Ah seed de doctah's kyar eroun' dar yestidy."
It was for my brother, Lila.
Sho! What's he done got de matter of 'im?
Nobody seems to know what the disease is. He can eat and sleep as well as ever, he stays out all day long on the veranda in the sun, and seems as well as anyone, but he can't do any work at all.
He cain't�yo' says he cain't work?
Not a stroke.
Law, Mis' Carter, dat ain't no disease what yo' broth' got. Dat's a gif!