Yes, seh, Ah b'long dreckly to huh--an' Ah bet them theah lawyehs at Wash'nt'n, seh, couldn't kentrive none a' they laws that woulda teched _me_, seh.
No, seh--they cain't lay th' law to Miss Cahline's pussenalities.

She ain't go'n' a' stan' no nonsense lahk _that_, seh; she ain't go'n a' have no lawyeh mixin' up in huh private mattehs.

Ah lahk t' see one _try_ it--yes, seh." He gazed vacantly into the distance, then laughed aloud as he beheld the discomfiture of the "lawyeh" in this suppositious proceeding.
"And you even let your wife go ?--that must have been hard." "Well, seh, not to _say_ mah wife.

Mah raght wife, she daid--an' then Ah mahied this yeh light-shaded gehl fum th' quahtahs, an' she's wild an' misled--yes, seh." Again he was troubled, but I held him to it.
"You thought a good deal of her, didn't you, Clem ?" He studied a moment as he rearranged the roses in the bowl on the table, seeking a way to let me understand.

Then he sighed hopelessly.
"Well, Mahstah Majah, Genevieve she cyahed a raght smaht fo' me, also, an' she mek it up fo' me t' come along t' town with huh.