Ye'll never see sich another woman, Mas'r George, if ye live to be a hundred years old.

So, now, you hold on to her, and grow up, and be a comfort to her, thar's my own good boy,--you will now, won't ye ?" "Yes, I will, Uncle Tom," said George seriously.
"And be careful of yer speaking, Mas'r George.

Young boys, when they comes to your age, is wilful, sometimes--it is natur they should be.
But real gentlemen, such as I hopes you'll be, never lets fall on words that isn't 'spectful to thar parents.

Ye an't 'fended, Mas'r George ?" "No, indeed, Uncle Tom; you always did give me good advice." "I's older, ye know," said Tom, stroking the boy's fine, curly head with his large, strong hand, but speaking in a voice as tender as a woman's, "and I sees all that's bound up in you.

O, Mas'r George, you has everything,--l'arnin', privileges, readin', writin',--and you'll grow up to be a great, learned, good man and all the people on the place and your mother and father'll be so proud on ye! Be a good Mas'r, like yer father; and be a Christian, like yer mother.