"
"No, you musn't do that. Is he expectin' some help?"
"He wuz er talkin' erbout some men, sah. You ain't got no cullud ladies
ober at yo' house now, is you?"
"No, an' I don't want any mo' for none could take the place of old
mammy."
"No, sah, I reckons not, but I wuz jest er thinkin' dat ef you had any
dar I would drap ober a visitin'. I's allus sorter s'ciety struck atter
I goes ter er funul. It's den dat I kin fetch 'em wid my talk. It's easy
ter out-talk er lady atter er funul. I's had 'em take down er ole glove
an' empty dar money in my han'."
"What's your name?"
"Da calls me Ham, suh."
"Well, Ham, I reckon thar's a good deal of the scoundrel about you."
"Ain't it funny suh, dat I's yered dat befo'? Yas, suh; but scounnul or
not, I'll keep er sharp lookout on dat man Peters an' come an' tell you
ef suthin' happen."
Lou was tearful and depressed over the death of the old woman, whom she
had loved, who indeed was as a gentle grandmother to her, and going home
from the burial had but little to say; and Tom, respecting what to him
was a strange grief, walked along in silence.
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