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Nothin' nuvver made no diffunce 'bout dat. He nuvver hit me a lick in his life an' nuvver let nobody else do it, nudder. "I 'members one day, when he wuz a leetle bit o' boy, ole marster hed done tole we all chil'en not to slide on de straw-stacks; an' one day me an' Marse Chan thought ole marster hed done gone 'way from home.
"Lord Rossmore rang it!" The old negro flung up his hands and exclaimed: "Blame my skin if I hain't gone en forgit dat name agin! Come heah, Jinny run heah, honey." Jinny arrived. "You take dish-yer order de lord gwine to give you I's gwine down suller and study dat name tell I git it." "I take de order! Who's yo' nigger las' year? De bell rung for you." "Dat don't make no diffunce.
"If you was a ol' little boy," said Billy, "it wouldn't make no diffunce; I don't want to make yo' ma mad an' Aunt Minerva say for me to keep 'way f'om you anyhow, though I didn't make her no promises." Jimmy grew angry. "You're the stingiest Peter they is, William Hill," he cried; "won't let nobody tech your old mumps. My cousin in Memphis's got the measles; you just wait till I get 'em."
Siz Simpson to the lady some such passin’ civilitee as, ’Good-marnin’; plisent weather we’re havin’.’ Whereupon the lady filt a damage to her affictions an’ sued him for breach av promise." "’Twan’t that way, at all!" screamed Simpson. "’Sall a lie!" "Yu ought er said ’Good-evenin’’ to the lady, Mistu Simpson; hit make a diffunce," drawled the man from Texas, pleasantly.
"Ma'm, have some of these here snap beans, b'iled with as brown a piece of bacon as you ever seed. What, Margaret, ain't a cryin'?" "Of course a man would never cry on an occasion of this here sort," she whimpered. "You don't stop to think that our daughter is a goin' to leave us it don't seem to make no diffunce to you."
"What sorter one?" "Oh, one o' last year or year befo' last." "Last year," Margaret repeated contemptuously. "If I can't get this month's paper, I won't have none." "Wife's mighty particular about her paper, Gabe," Jasper shouted. "Say, fetch her one o' them farmer papers and then it won't make no diffunce how old it is." "All right. Good-bye."
The driver obscured a good deal of the front view, but he suddenly turned a rubicund and smiling face upon them. "Waked up, hev ye?" he exclaimed. "Wa'al it's about time. I've looked back from time to time an' I wuzn't at all shore whether you two gen'rals wuz alive or dead. Sometimes when the wagon slanted a lot you would roll over each other, but it didn't seem to make no diffunce.
"No!" "Yas'm, dey sho did. Dat man done tuck de smallpox; all on 'em ketched it, ev'y las' one, off'n dat no 'count Joe Cribbins, an' now dat dey got de new pes'-house finish', dey haul 'em off yon'eh, yas'day. Reckon dat ain' make no diffunce in my urrant runnin'. Dat Dago man, he outer he hade two day fo' dey haul 'em away, an' ain' sen' no mo' messages. So dat spile my job! Hit dass my luck.
"Here," she said, giving him two small packages, "'is some quinine and some calomy. Tell yo' granny not to take too much of the calomy. Mout salavater her." "Yes'm. But it won't m m m m make any diffunce with granny w w w wuther she's s s s salivated or not. She ain't got no teeth. And b b b besides, she likes the quinine better.
"No, sah," said Sam, bowing and smiling benignantly, "but he done tole me to say, when you and Miss Alison come, hit was to make no diffunce, dat you bofe was to have supper heah. And I'se done cooked it yassah. Will you kindly step into the liba'y, suh, and Miss Alison? Dar was a lady 'crost de city, Marse Ho'ace said yassah."
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