I hopes dey'll git you." "Stop that!" commanded Mrs.Cary.

"You know very well, Uncle Billy, there are no such things as ghosts." "Nor'm I don't, Miss Hallie," responded Uncle Billy, sticking tenaciously to his point, because he could plainly see Jeems Henry wavering.

"'Twas jes las' night I hear one--moanin' 'roun' de smoke house.

An' ef I ain't mighty fur wrong, she was smellin' arfter Jeems Henry." At this wild fabrication, the reason for which she nevertheless appreciated, Mrs.Cary had hard work to hold back a smile, although she promptly reassured the terrified Jeems Henry.
"There now--there--that will do.

Nothing of that kind will trouble you, James; you may take my word for it.