You could see them first-rate now.
Jim looked at the trash, and then looked at me, and back at the trash again.

He had got the dream fixed so strong in his head that he couldn't seem to shake it loose and get the facts back into its place again right away.

But when he did get the thing straightened around he looked at me steady without ever smiling, and says: "What do dey stan' for?
I'se gwyne to tell you.

When I got all wore out wid work, en wid de callin' for you, en went to sleep, my heart wuz mos' broke bekase you wuz los', en I didn' k'yer no' mo' what become er me en de raf'.

En when I wake up en fine you back agin, all safe en soun', de tears come, en I could a got down on my knees en kiss yo' foot, I's so thankful.