Couldn't resist the temptation to give the pickaninny a scare.

Oh, thank you," he added as Nora handed a heaping plate of food to him and a tin cup full of steaming coffee.
"You are a peddler.

Is that it ?" questioned Emma.
"Heavens, no! I'm a promoter.

I promote the well-being of these good mountain folks by giving them sight and by furnishing them with nick-nacks to delight the eye.

If you-all are troubled with poor sight I'll be happy to fit you with glasses warranted to make you see double.
More coffee, if you please.