"Udder private and personal affairs," explained the old negro, who made no social distinction in his vocabulary, "peroccupyin' dis niggah's time." The head barber, unwilling to lose a really good assistant, endeavored to dissuade him by the offer of increased emolument, but George was firm.
As he entered the sitting-room the colonel detected his step, and called him in.
"Another time, George, never allow a guest of mine to send away wine.
If he don't care for it, put it on the sideboard." "Yes, sah; but as yo' didn't like it yo'self, Marse Harry, and de wine was de most 'xpensive quality ob Glencoe"-- "D--n the expense!" He paused, and gazed searchingly at his old retainer.
"George," he said suddenly, yet in a gentle voice, "don't lie to me, or"-- in a still kinder voice--"I'll flog the black skin off you! Listen to me.

HAVE you got any money left ?" "'Deed, sah, dere IS," said the negro earnestly.

"I'll jist fetch it wid de accounts." "Hold on! I've been thinking, lying here, that if the Widow Molloy can't pay because she sold out, and that tobacconist is ruined, and we've had to pay the water tax for old Bill Soames, the rent last week don't amount to much, while there's the month's bill for the restaurant and that blank druggist's account for lotions and medicines to come out of it.

It strikes me we're pretty near touching bottom.

I've everything I want here, but, by God, sir, if I find YOU skimping yourself or lying to me or borrowing money"-- "Yes, Marse Harry, but the Widder Molloy done gone and paid up dis afernoon.