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Dere's only one ting dat troubles me yet. What is I gwine to do wid my ole black heart? I know dere's sumpen wrong wid it. It's boddered me all my life."
I can't be boddered myself. Cats is foolishness." And, having finished this Homeric narrative, Master Maloney fixed an expressionless eye on the ceiling, and was silent. "How splendid of you, Pugsy!" cried Betty. "She might have been killed, poor thing."
I jest wants peace an' quiet an' fish! He done come up heah t' go fishin' laik he go t' lots other places, though he ain't been heah fo' good many years. An' boy, he specially tell me not t' let him be boddered wif book agents." "I ain't a book agent," objected the train-boy. "I knows you ain't," admitted Shag. "I knows yo' ain't, but yo' sells books, an' dat's whut's de trouble.
Well, boy, dat book's all de colonel ever reads when he's vacationin', an' dat's whut he's doin' now jest vacationin'. "When we start away dis mawnin' he say to me, the colonel did: 'Now, Shag, I don't want t' be boddered wif nuffin'. I don't want t' read no papers. I don't want t' heah 'bout no battles, murder an' sudden deaths.
"Well," said Perkins, with attempted bravado, "I rammed a piece o' silver down on the bullat in my gun. 'Twix 'em both " "Dar now, Marse Perkins, you des been 'posed on 'bout dat silber business. Ole Unc' Sampson w'at libed on de Simcoe place nigh on er hun'erd yeahs, dey say, tole me lots 'bout a spook dat boddered um w'en he a boy.
De editor ain't in, but, if you feels lonesome, push t'roo. Dere's plenty dere to keep youse company. I can't be boddered!" "And what more could you have said?" agreed Smith approvingly. "Tell me, did these gentlemen appear to be gay and light-hearted, or did they seem to be looking for someone with a hatchet?" "Dey was hoppin' mad, de whole bunch of dem." "Dreadfully," attested Betty.
"Oh h h h h!" exclaimed Budge, "I guess you're something like the Lord, ain't you?" "What makes you think so, Budge?" "Oh, 'cause you can do such lots of things at once. But ain't poor little Tod goin' to have noffin'?" "Yes, everything he wants. What would you like, Toddie?" "Wants a candy cigar," replied Toddie. "What else?" "Don't want NUFFIN' else don't want to be boddered wif LOTS of fings."
I can't be boddered." "And what more could you have said?" agreed Psmith approvingly. "Tell me, Comrade Maloney, what was the general average aspect of these determined spirits?" "Huh?" "Did they seem to you to be gay, lighthearted? Did they carol snatches of song as they went? Or did they appear to be looking for some one with a hatchet?" "Dey was hoppin'-mad, de whole bunch of dem."
"Hy da!" suddenly shouted the aged Jericho, looking up. "You da, Biler? You jis come down heah an' help me fotch along dese yar tings. Ef you ain't got notin' to do, Ise precious soon find you lots ob tings. Hurry down, da; make haste; relse I'll pitch some hot water up at you. I can't be boddered wid dese yer pots an' pans any longer, cos Ise got de dinna to meditate 'bout."
"Oh, hundreds of times! The toothache isn't anything." "Den you des played 'roun' de aidges. You ain't had de kine w'at kotch me on de underjaw. You mout a had a gum-bile, but you ain't bin boddered wid de toofache.
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