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"Yas, suh." "Because," said Burley, walking away, "a thorough knowledge of French idioms is necessary to prevent mistakes. When in doubt always apply to me, George, for only a master of the language is competent to deal with these French people." It was his one vanity, his one weakness.
So li'l' black Mose he heft up dat pumpkin, an' de ghost he bend' down, an' li'l' black Mose he sot dat pumpkin on dat ghostses neck. An' right off dat pumpkin head 'gin' to wink an' blink like a jack-o'-lantern, an' right off dat pumpkin head 'gin' to glimmer an' glow frough de mouf like a jack-o'-lantern, an' right off dat ghost start' to speak. Yas, sah, dass so.
I sho' does love Lady de way 'er manners sets on 'er. She don't count much at de churn an' she ain't got no conscience an' no cha'acter but she's a lady! Dat's huccome I puts up wid 'er. Yas, I'm a-talkin' 'bout you, Lady, an' I'm a-lookin' at yer, too, rahin' yo' head up so circumstantial. But you meets my eye like a lady! You ain't shame-faced, is yer! You too well riz you is.
At what time of the day was it?" "It vas by der night I seen heem." "On Monday night?" "Yas." "Late Monday night?" "No, not so late, bot it vas dark already." "Tell the court exactly where you saw him, when you saw him, and with whom you saw him, and what you heard said." "It vas by Ballards' I seen heem.
"Now, dis cunjuh man, w'en he had got th'oo talkin' wid Dan, kep' on down de road 'long de side er de plantation, 'tel he met Mahaly comin' home fum wuk des atter sundown. "'Hoddy do, ma'm, sezee; 'is yo' name Sis' Mahaly, w'at b'longs ter Mars Dugal' McAdoo? "'Yas, 'spon' Mahaly, 'dat's my name, en I b'longs ter Mars Dugal'.
If Aunt Belindy had asked Lucilla how she knew that the sun shone, she could not have answered with more assurance “because I know” as she turned and walked rather scornfully away. “W’at dat kine o’ fool talk dey larns gals up yonda tu Sent Lous? An’ huh ma a putty woman; yas, bless me; all dress up fittin’ to kill. Don’ ’pear like she studyin’ ’bout ax.” A Social Evening. Mr. and Mrs.
"It ain't bad liquor," assented McBane, smacking his lips. Jerry received the empty glasses on the tray and left the room. He had scarcely gained the hall when the general called him back. "O Lawd!" groaned Jerry, "he's gwine ter ax me fer de change. Yas, suh, yas, suh; comin', gin'l, comin', suh!" "You may keep the change, Jerry," said the general. Jerry's face grew radiant at this announcement.
He got it mark on hees head vere de blud run dot tam, yust de sam, all right. I know heem. He speek lak heem. He move hees arm lak heem. Yas, I know putty good." "You're sure you remember everything he said all you told me?" "Oh, yas. I write it here," and he drew a small book from his pocket, very worn and soiled. "All iss here writed." "Let's see it."
But if he cannot do anything, we will have to do something ourselves. Will you do whatever I tell you?" "Oh, yas indeed, Missy," Estralla answered eagerly. "Well, I'll ask Father to-night. And to-morrow morning you bring up my hot water, and I'll tell you what he says. But don't be frightened, anyway," said Sylvia. "I ain't skeered like I used to be," responded Estralla.
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