Dey's been gone mos' two weeks now,--dey's a-comin' I tell ye--be yere any minute." "I b'liebe dat when I sees it.

Fool nigger like you b'liebe anything.
You better go inside 'fo' you catch yo' dea'f.

I gin ye fair warnin' right now dat I ain't gwineter nuss ye,--d'ye yere ?--standin' out dar like a tarr-pin wid yo' haid out.

Go in I tell ye!" and she shut the window with a bang and made her way to the kitchen.
Todd kept up his double shuffle with everything going--hands, feet, and knees--thrashed his arms about his chest and back to keep up the circulation and with a final grimace in the direction of the old cook maintained his watch.
"I spec's it's de fog dat's kep' 'em," he muttered anxiously, his feet still in action.

"Dat bay boat's mos' allus late,--can't tell when she'll git in.