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No fince; jes de big trees whut de owls an' de rain-doves sot in an' mourn an' sob, an' whut de wind sigh an' cry frough. An' byme-by somefin' jes brush' li'l' Mose on de arm, which mek' him run jes a bit more faster. An' byme-by somefin' jes brush' li'l' Mose on de cheek, which mek' him run erbout as fast as he can.
An' a heejus sperit whut he name Moldy Pa'm place' he hand on de head ob li'l' black Mose, an' he hand feel like de yunner side ob a lizard, an' he say': "Dey ain't no ghosts." An' anudder ob de hairs whut on de head ob li'l' black Mose turn white as snow.
That's all right, li'l girl. That's all right. Don't cry. We just gave you the prize because you gave us a thrill. That's fair enough. Because of all the geniuses who performed for our amusement and whom we bombarded with pennies you were the only one who threw out your arms and your eyes to us as if we were rainbow's end. Mrs. Sardotopolis hurried along without looking into the store window.
He 'low he gwine be no trouble at all ef he jes been let wait twell he ma she gwine up de ladder to de loft to bed, too. So he ma she say: "Git erlong wid yo'! Whut you skeered ob whin dey ain't no ghosts?" An' li'l black Mose he scrooge, an' he twist, an' he pucker up he mouf, an' he rub he eyes, an' prisintly he say right low: "I ain't skeered ob ghosts whut am, 'ca'se dey ain't no ghosts."
He jes as invidsible as nuffin'. An' who know' but whut a great, big ghost bump right into him 'ca'se it can't see him? An' dat shore w'u'd scare dat li'l' black boy powerful' bad, 'ca'se yever'body knows whut a cold, damp pussonality a ghost is. So whin dat li'l' black Mose go' outen de shanty at night, he keep' he eyes wide open, you may be shore.
"Had no time to do the assessment work after we located. Dug a sump hole, maybe. Brad jumps in when the field here began to look up. Company that shows oil first will sure win out." "How deep has he drilled?" "We're a li'l' deeper not much. Both must be close to the sands. We were showin' driller's smut when we lost our string." Bob reached into his hip pocket and drew out "the makings."
All we want and we coul'n' make ourselv' the courage to ask you that, only we've save' you so large egspenses not asking you that already sinze twenty-thirty year' aggo we want you to put us in orphan asylum. We was af-raid at firz' he's goin' to be mad; but he smile very kine and say: 'Yes, yes; you want, like the good Lord say, to biccome like li'l' children, eh?
I wanna he'p her with her quick changes like I useter." "You he'p her! Say, how would that look in all them swell places she's goin' to? W'y, she'll have a maid!" "Like the headliners, Bert?" "Sure!" "A coon, Bert?" "Sure! Like a li'l musical com'dy star." "Honest?" "Honest!" "But, Bert, w'y can't I go, too?" "Aw, now, say w'y w'y, you're too big!" "What-ta y' mean, Bert?"
"I come to see Mrs. Dale," replied Tweezy, his leathery features wrinkling in a grimace intended to pass for a propitiating smile. Racey's stare was venomous. "Tweezy," he drawled, "I done told you something about admiring to see you put these women off this ranch, didn't I?" "Oh, you was just a li'l hasty. I understand. That's all right. I've done forgot all about it." "So I see. So I see.
"'Co'se dey ain't no ghosts," say' Zack Badget, whut dat 'fear'd ob ghosts he ain't dar' come to li'l' black Mose's house ef de school-teacher ain't ercompany him. "Go 'long wid your ghosts!" say li'l' black Mose's ma. "Wha' yo' pick up dat nomsense?" say' he pa. "Dey ain't no ghosts." An' dat whut all dat s'prise-party 'low: dey ain't no ghosts.
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