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Mista Sammerses' spectickles jes' them rims on his spectickles alone I bet they cos' mo'n all whut thishere young li'l Mista Dills got on him from his toes up an' his skin out. I bet Mista Plummers th'ow mo' money aroun' dess fer gittin' his pants press' than whut Mista Dills afford to spen' to buy his'n in the firs' place! He lose his struggle, 'cause you' Aunt Julia, she out fer the big class.
When he light one on the front po'che, she sif' all through the house, an' come slidin' right the whole way out to my kitchen, an' bim! she take me in the nose! You' grampaw awready tole Miss Julia time an' time again if that li'l Dills light dess one mo' on his front po'che he goin' to walk out there an' do some harm!
How could he " "He beat hisse'f! He dess out-talk hisse'f! No, ma'am; I done hear him many an' many an' many's the time, but las' night he beat hisse'f." "What about?" "Nothin' in the wide worl' but dess thishere young li'l Noble Dills whut we talkin' about this livin' minute." "What started him?" "Whut start him?" Mrs. Silver echoed with sudden loudness. "My goo'niss!
Ma'am, he sen' me out an' tell her come in, he got message mighty important fer to speak to her. So she tell thishere Dills wait a minute, an' walk in the liberry. Oh, ladies!" "What'd he say?" Herbert asked eagerly. "He di'n' say nothin'," Mrs. Silver replied eloquently. "He hollered." "What did he holler?"
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