However, as soon as they began to discuss neighborhood happenings, he was all attention.
The more interested he grew, it seemed to him, the lower they pitched their voices.

Creeping carefully across the floor, he curled up on his pillow just inside the doorway, where the shadows fell heaviest, and where he could enjoy every word of the conversation, without straining his ears to listen.
"Gawge Chadwick came home yestiddy," announced Uncle Billy.
"Sho now!" exclaimed Mammy.

"Not lame Jintsey's boy! You don't mean it!" "That's the ve'y one," persisted Uncle Billy.

"Gawge Washington Chadwick.

He's a ministah of the gospel now, home from college with a Rev'und befo' his name, an' a long-tailed black coat on.