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"Why did you tell her that? You want him caught; so do I; but you know she doesn't want to catch him, and you don't want her to. Neither do I. Nor neither do we want Lieutenant Ferry to catch him." "No, suh, dass so. But same time, while she no notion o' gitt'n' him cotch, she believe she dess djuty-bound to head-off his devilment. 'Tis dess like I heah' Mr.
I've no watch-pocket, and you've no watch. So, s'posin' you carry the watch for me, and tell me what time it is when I ax ye? That won't be too much trouble will it?" "Are you in earnest?" asked Frank. "Yes, I be, clean up to the hub. The truth is, I can't carry that watch with any kind o' comfort, and I'm bent on gitt'n' it off my hands, ef I hef to throw it overboard. Here!
Dust, leaves, and flakes of cotton rose on its wave, and ah! his hat went with them. Johanna's teeth flashed in soft laughter as she waited in a doorway. "Run," she whispered, "run, Mr. Jawn Mawch, Gen'lemun. You so long gitt'n' to de awffice hat cayn't wait. Yass, betteh give it up. Bresh de ha'r out'n yo' eyes an' let dat-ah niggeh-felleh ketch it. K-he!
"Say, what d' you think o' paytent med" "Some of 'em are boss. But y' want 'o know what y're gitt'n'." "What d' ye think o' Dodd's" "Best in the market." Uncle Ethan straightened up and his face lighted. Doudney went on: "Yes, sir; best bitter that ever went into a bottle. I know, I've tried it. I don't go much on patent medicines, but when I get a good" "Don't want 'o buy a bottle?"
Soon as he got well he would start in en work me to death if marster let him; en if dey didn't do dat, they'd sell me furder down de river, en dat's de same thing, so I 'lowed to drown myself en git out o' my troubles. It 'uz gitt'n' towards dark. I 'uz at de river in two minutes.
It ain't in you, nor de likes of you. I reckon you'd shoot me in de back, maybe, if you got a chance, for dat's jist yo' style I knows you, throo en throo but I don't mind gitt'n killed, beca'se all dis is down in writin' and it's in safe hands, too, en de man dat's got it knows whah to look for de right man when I gits killed.
"There's the hog in the fence, Merry; what's yer dad goin' t' say " "About what?" "About our gitt'n married this spring." "I guess you'd better find out what I'm a-goin' t' say, Lime Gilman, 'fore you pitch into Dad." "I know what you're a-goin' t' say." "No, y' don't." "Yes, but I do, though." "Well, ask me, and see, if you think you're so smart. Jest as like 's not, you'll slip up."
Brown," he said, "I ain' gitt'n' 'long very well wid my ole 'oman." "What 's the trouble?" asked the lawyer, with business-like curtness, for he did not scent much of a fee. "Well, de main trouble is she doan treat me right. An' den she gits drunk, an' wuss'n dat, she lays vi'lent han's on me. I kyars de marks er dat 'oman on my face now." He showed the lawyer a long scratch on the neck.
"You're mighty frisky f'r a feller gitt'n' off'n a midnight train," replied the man, tramping along a narrow hallway, and talking in a voice loud enough to awaken every sleeper in the house. "Have t' be, or there'd be a pair of us." "You'll laugh out o' the other side o' y'r mouth when you saw away on one o' the bell-collar steaks this house puts up," ended the clerk as he put the lamp down.
"What I was going to say," he resumed, rolling down the collar of his coat, "was, that when my wife helped me bundle up t'night, she said I was gitt'n' t' be an old granny. We are agin', Judge, the's no denyin' that. We're both gray as Norway rats now. An' speaking of us agin' reminds me, have y' noticed how bald the old Kyernel's gitt'n'?" "I have, Amos," answered the Judge, mournfully.
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