I jes' wish Marse Harry was yere--he'd fix 'em.

'Fo' dey knowed whar dey wuz he'd hab 'em full o' holes.

Dat red-haided, no-count gemman what's a-makin up to Miss Kate is gwineter git her fo' sho--" It was here that St.George had raised his head, his heart in his mouth.
"How do you know, Todd ?" he asked in a serious tone.

He had long since ceased correcting Todd for his oustpoken reflections on Kate's suitor as a useless expenditure of time.
"'Cause Mammy Henny done tol' Aunt Jemima so--an' she purty nigh cried her eyes out when she said it.

Ye ain't heared nothin' 'bout Marse Harry comin' home, is ye ?" "No--not a word--not for many months, Todd.