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"You knows you kin." "No, mi'ss, takin' all roads as dey come I ain't no ways fitt'n'; no'm." "Well, daddy's fitt'n'!" said the sun-bonnet. Euonymus flinched, yet smilingly said: "Yass, da's so, but I ain't daddy, no mo'n you is." "Well, us kin go fetch him in th'ee shakes." Euonymus flinched again, yet showed generalship. "Yass'm, us kin go ax daddy." I smiled. "Let Robelia go and you stay here."
But 'twan't no year, an 'twan't no mont', en mo'n dat, hit wa'n't skasely a week, w'en bimeby one day Brer B'ar wuz gwine home fum de takin' un a bee-tree, en lo en behol's, who should he see but ole Brer Bull-frog settin' out on de aidge er de mud-muddle fas' 'sleep! Brer B'ar drap his axe, he did, en crope up, en retch out wid his paw, en scoop ole Brer Bull-frog in des dis away."
In dem days," continued the old man, observing a look of incredulity on the little boy's face, "in dem days creeturs had lots mo' sense dan dey got now; let 'lone dat, dey had sense same like folks. Hit was tech en go wid um, too, mon, en w'en dey make up der mines w'at hatter be done, 'twant mo'n menshun'd 'fo, hit wuz done.
"It don't do no good to hurry," was a negro saying, "'caze you're liable to run by mo'n you overtake." Likewise painstaking was reckoned painful; and tomorrow was always waiting for today's work, while today was ready for tomorrow's share of play.
Sho nuff, out he goes, en de dogs ain't no mo'n got ter de place fo' up jump de old rabbit right 'mong um, en atter runnin''roun' a time or two, she skip right up ter Mars Jeems, en Mars Jeems, he des put de gun-bar'l right on 'er en lammed aloose.
"Stop, Todd be careful you mustn't speak that way of Mr. Willits." "Well, Marse George, I won't but I ain't neber like him f'om de fust. He ain't quality an' he neber kin be. How Miss Kate don' stan' him is mo'n I kin tell." Kate drove up to her father's house in state, with Ben as special envoy to see that she and her belongings were properly cared for. St.
"Who is this from?" he asked, as he took the letter from Sam. "Fum young Marse Houghton. He ain't drowned no mo'n I be." "Thank God!" ejaculated Bodine, with such fervor that he was heard in the rooms above. "Yes," said Sam, "I reckon He de one ter t'ank." Sam had imbibed the impression that Bodine had left his young master to drown. "What is it?" whispered Mara over the banisters.
"I'm driffin' 'em off et coss driffin' 'em off et coss," he whispered, speaking rapidly, and waving his hands about, oriental fashion, the palms turned outward and the fingers twirling; this peculiar gesture seemed intended to indicate the cheapness of his wares. "Dey coss me mo'n that; heap mo', but I'm faih to lose um all now, en I'm driffin' 'em off, sine die."
W'at wuz dey fer ter be skeered un? sezee. 'I know'd you'd git away wid Mr. Dog ef I didn't, en I des lay dar watchin' you shake him, waitin' fer ter put in w'en de time come, sezee. "Brer Coon tu'n up his nose. "'Dat's a mighty likely tale, sezee, 'w'en Mr. Dog ain't mo'n tech you 'fo' you keel over, en lay dar stiff, sezee.
Baron considerately sent up her dinner by Zany. The unhappy girl shook her head and motioned the tray away. "Hi, now, Miss Lou, w'at you tookin on so fer?" asked the diplomatic Zany. "For more than you can understand." "I un'erstan's a heap mo'n you tink," said Zany, throwing off all disguise in her strong sympathy.
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