Understand?
Off with you!" Uncle Billy now came forward in an effort to make his master's clothes more presentable.
"Heh, Mars' Cary, lemme brush you off, seh.

You's fyar kivered." "Look out, you old rascal," Cary laughed, as his wife backed away coughing before the cloud of fine white dust that rose under Uncle Billy's vigorous hands.

"You're choking your mistress to death.

Never mind the dust.

I'll get it back in ten minutes." Mrs.Cary clasped her hands together at her breast with a look of entreaty.
"Herbert! Must you go so soon ?" Her husband looked back at her with eyes dark with regret.
"Yes," he said briefly.