Emma and Barbara took the mattresses from the wagon, laid them on canvas
brought along for that purpose, and arranged comfortable beds. The big
colored man came to stand beside them again.
"Ahve got youah table an' chaihs."
Emma looked up, a little surprised. She had noted the pace at which Sam
moved, and decided in her own mind that they would be fortunate to have
a table within the first week, but it was all built and the chairs stood
around it. Emma smiled her delight.
"I do thank you. That's a real fine table."