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"I can feel de foot and de toes just as much as ebber, only de leg is a sort o' kind o' shorter. Now, Missa Gladding, you is a man ob gumption, can you splain dat?" "Sartin," said Tom, who didn't wish to appear ignorant to the presence of the negro; "there's no great difficulty about that, though I rather think it takes more larning than you've got to onderstand the thing.
He wrote triple-space, breaking the story into many paragraphs, never hesitating for a choice of words. "My name is Thomas F. Splain. "I am forty years old. "I am 'wanted' in New York for embezzlement. "Fear is an unknown quantity to me. I have always had ample self-confidence. The world belongs to the impudent.
Miss Lou gasped, "wait a moment, not yet wait. I must get breath. I know, I know what's coming. Chunk is back and and O God, I can't bear it, I cannot, I cannot!" "Dar now, Miss Lou, des lis'n. P'raps tain ez bad ez you tink. P'raps w'en Chunk 'splain all you see tain ez bad. Hi! Miss Lou, you musn't took on so," for the girl was wringing her hands and rocking back and forth in agony.
I not kin 'splain rightly but I say to 'er one day, when I'd got my courage screwed up, `Sooz'n, ses I. `Well, ses she. `I I lub you, ses I, `more nor myself, 'cause I t'ink so well ob you. Eberybody t'inks well ob you, Sooz'n. "`Nuffin', ses she! Now, wasn't dat modest?" "It certainly was, Quashy. Couldn't have been more so," said Pedro.
"I'se gwine tell 'em I kin prove de gov'nor's de bes' man in de State by'splainin' er de tarif dat I kin prove it by'splainin' er de tarif so dey'll unnerstan' it ev'y word an' when I flirt my hank'chif dat time, Bob's gwine call out 'Yo' time's up, boss! an' I'se gwine answer back, 'Naw 'tain't, Bob, des lemme 'splain de tarif.
But the old man possessed a stubborn soul, not easily to be frightened. "Wot I says in de pulpit," he remarked, "I'll 'splain in de pulpit, an' you all ud better git 'long to de chu'ch, an' when de time fur de sarvice come, I'll be dar."
"What other bullet?" interposed the prosecution sharply. "That was just an accident," said Bobby confusedly, "it happened to hit. It wasn't shot at him at all." "You mean a spent ball from somewhere else? Who shot it? Where did it come from?" "I'll 'splain that in a minute. Then he ran as fast as he could " That was as far as Bobby got for the moment.
Well, one night we come in our friggit to anchor in bay of Algiers. I gits leave go ashore wi' tothers, runs right away to our Dey, who gits awrful waxy, sends for Breetish cap'n, 'splain that I's the son of a Turk by a Algerine moder an' wery nigh or'er the cap'n's head to be cutted off." "You don't say so?" "Yis, it's troo.
An' I caan't bide in the streets, so I axes you to keep me till Mister Jan do come to fetch me. I find words hard to use to 'splain things, but his God's differ'nt to what the Luke Gosp'lers' is, an' I lay 'tis differ'nt to yourn. But his God's mine anyways, an' I'm not afeared o' what I done, nor 'shamed to look folks in the faace. That's how 'tis, Uncle Thomas.
"You'll have to explain the club to 'im, Lafe," she said. "Yes, 'splain it to me, Lafe dearie," purred Bobbie. "It's just a club," began Lafe, "only good to keep a body happy. Now, me well, I'm happy in spite a-havin' no legs; Jinnie there, she's happy in spite a-havin' no folks. Her and me's happy in spite a everything."
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