"But dat ain't nuthin' to dese gemmans.

But he sho' do wanter see ye.

Maybe he stayed all night at Mister Seymour's.

If he did an' he yered de rumpus dese rapscallions kicked up--yes--dat's you I'm talkin' to"-- and he looked toward the dogs--"he'll be roun' yere 'fo' ye gits fru yo' bre'kfus'.

Dey do say as how Marse Harry's mighty sweet in dat quarter.