Mr.Cable and I read from books of ours, to show him what an easy trick it was; but his immortal shyness was proof against even this sagacious strategy, so we had to read about Brer Rabbit ourselves.
Mr.Harris ought to be able to read the negro dialect better than anybody else, for in the matter of writing it he is the only master the country has produced.

Mr.Cable is the only master in the writing of French dialects that the country has produced; and he reads them in perfection.

It was a great treat to hear him read about Jean-ah Poquelin, and about Innerarity and his famous 'pigshoo' representing 'Louisihanna RIF-fusing to Hanter the Union,' along with passages of nicely-shaded German dialect from a novel which was still in manuscript.
It came out in conversation, that in two different instances Mr.Cable got into grotesque trouble by using, in his books, next-to-impossible French names which nevertheless happened to be borne by living and sensitive citizens of New Orleans.

His names were either inventions or were borrowed from the ancient and obsolete past, I do not now remember which; but at any rate living bearers of them turned up, and were a good deal hurt at having attention directed to themselves and their affairs in so excessively public a manner.
Mr.Warner and I had an experience of the same sort when we wrote the book called 'The Gilded Age.' There is a character in it called 'Sellers.' I do not remember what his first name was, in the beginning; but anyway, Mr.Warner did not like it, and wanted it improved.

He asked me if I was able to imagine a person named 'Eschol Sellers.' Of course I said I could not, without stimulants.