He hesitated, tugged at his beard, and then, walking over to the child, took her by the hand.
"Don't you mind the way I talk, Mary-'Gusta," he said.

"I'm liable to talk 'most any way, but I don't mean nothin' by it.

I like little girls, same as Zoeth said.

And I ain't mad about the jig-tune chair, neither.
Say," with a sudden inspiration; "here we are settin' here and one of our passengers has left the dock.

We got to find that cat, ain't we?
What did you say his name was--Solomon ?" "No, sir; David." "David, sure enough.