"I know all about you.

Your mammy used to cook for my wife, and your gran'mammy washed at our house one summer.

How is the old woman, anyhow ?" "She's well, thank you, Mistah Boden," was the pleased answer.
"And then there's that brother of her's--Billy! old Uncle Billy! How's he getting on ?" "Oh, he's mighty complainin', Mistah Boden; he's got such a misery in his back all the time that he say he jus' aint got ambition 'nuff to get out'n his own way." "Is that so ?" was the reply, in a tone of flattering interest.

The man beckoned him with his whip to step closer.
"Look here, boy," he said, in a confidential tone, "it's a mighty lucky thing for me that Nat Chadwick left you here instead of a stranger.
Every penny of change I started with this morning dropped out through a hole in my pocket somewhere.

I didn't find it out until I got within sight of the place; then, thinks I to myself, 'oh, it won't make any difference.