He had his likes and dislikes, but he had the prudently guarded tongue of servitude.

Long before John Penhallow had understood better the tall black man's position and won the confidence of a friendly hour, he saw with his well-bred courtesy how pleased was the man to be called Mr.
Josiah.

It sounded queer, as Pole remarked, to call a runaway darkey Mister, but this in no way disturbed John.

The friendly feeling for the black grew as they fished together in the summer afternoons, or trapped muskrats, or dug up hellbenders.

The barber had one half-concealed dislike.