Let Miss Kate cry herse'f out; dat's de on'y help now.

Mammy Henny'll look arter her till de mawnin'"-- to none of which did Harry make answer.
When they reached the bottom step leading to the long hall the old man stopped and laid his hand on his young master's shoulder.

His voice was barely audible and two tears stood in his eyes.
"Don't you take no notice ob what happens to-night, son," he whispered.
"'Member ye kin count on ol' Alec.

Ain't neber gwineter be nothin' come 'twixt me an' you, son.

I ain't neber gwineter git tired lovin' ye--you won't fergit dat, will ye ?" "No, Alec, but Mr.Willits will recover.