"If they don't, they're heretics an' sinners, an' there's no good in 'em whatever.

But of co'se I ain't in no hurry, an' they's one joy I'd like to feel befo' that time comes.

An' it's your futureyour happiness.... Child, no Anderson ever loves twice.

He made de slaves work, an' he was good an' kind to 'em, but when dey didn' do right he would whip 'em, but he didn' beat 'em.

He never loafed on me, an' he was a joe-dandy at hammerin' a raw team into shape.

"That's what I want to knowwhat's it got to do?" "Mr. Thornycroft," said Kirby, "at nine o'clock this mornin' this place ceased to be Tom Belcher's sto', an' become a court of justice.

Have sense an' be good citizens.'

An' whar is yer stoppin?"

An' there'd only be one flavor for our ice cream sodas, too, An' one color for a necktie an' I 'spose that would be blue; An' maybe we'd have mothers who were very fond of curls, An' they'd make us fellers wear our hair like lovely little girls.

An' there's clouds that get in the way; an' I'm 'fraid my prayers aren't quite big, or heavy enough, an' get lost, an' blown away in the wind.

"This is blackberry, an' this is raspberry an' red currantbut the blackberry jam's the best, Uncle Porges!" "Thank you, nephew.

His father was always set against anything that was new, an' the place is run down shameful; but John'll bring it up, an' I'm not an old woman yet.

My father and mother think they couldn't live without them.' "'An' they're good practice for you,' I suggested.

I had felt obligated to swaller a few spoonfuls o' the salted custard when she'd be lookin' my way, an' I felt like ez ef I was pizened, an' so I thess took the painkiller ez a sort o' anecdote.

I was wid my Massa from Louisiana, an' he was a captain, sah! '

Well, at after that twopence-hawpenny, we geet twopence moor, an' that's o' at we'n getten.

Hal, I don't give a damn for women folk, but I've travelled around a long time with a picture of a hoss in my brain, an' Satan is the hoss.

"An' is it not softmores ye are yersilves?" "Of course we are," returned Harry, instantly.

Ye're but eichteen!' 'Nineteen, Uncle Purdie.' 'Eh? An' when was ye nineteen?'

The old woman who was baking turned round and said, "Ay; an' it'll be mony another afore we han one aw deawt."

At even, 'O Allah! grant, at last, I may bear me master into Paradise.' "An' the Arab, sor, he looks for a hard ride an' many jumps in the last journey, an' is kind to him all the days of his life, sor, so he may be able to make it.

"An' aalot o' odd things 'round the house; an' the fact is, widdy, you seethat is, you knowwas going to say if you'll agree"the widower lost his words, and in his desperation hung his hat on the other knee and hitched a trifle nearer the ironing board.

An' won't he be hoppin' mad when he finds I'm a goner?

An' I'm a bundle of nerves.

'I like the feel o' it,' she admitted softly, 'an' it's real bonny; but yeye shouldna ha'e done it, Mac.'