sharper tongueded arter Marse Tom up an' lef home."
"Laws-a-mussy, Brer Johnson, that were nigh on fifteen year ago. He done had time to git over his spleen. Sometimes when he comes in the mill he talks lak his gall bladder done bus' in his mouf."
"He got wuss an' mo' of it arter Miss Myra done read outen a Noo York paper that Young Marse Tom wa' daid; daid an' buried in Noo York 'thout ever sendin' his paw a line. They do say Young Marse Tom had done got married ter some furren lady an' Ol' Marse Bob had done 'sulted Young Tom time an' agin 'bout his wife, an' done tol' him never ter darken his do' an' never ter mention his wife's name ter him an' he done sint back Marse Tom's letters 'thout even openin' 'em. Th'ain't no wonder his wife didn't sen' her paw-in-law no message 'bout her husband arter all them comtumelies. Mo' 'n lakly the po' thing didn't know nothin' but Choctaw or some kinder furren talk, anyhow. Po' lady! I reckon she griebed a lot over lil' Marse Tom. He sho' wa' one lakly young man."
"He sho' wa'!" agreed Buck. "He wa' the mos' lakly er all Marse Bob an' Miss Evy's chilluns, ter my min'. Marse Spot air so glumified
