It's er gittin' erbout time fur me ter marry ag'in."
Mrs. Mayfield walked down the road, and Kintchin with an improvised tune
took up the axe which Jasper had stuck into the log. But just as he was
about to begin the work of grinding it, Mose Blake, shoving a
wheelbarrow, came into the yard.
"Whar's S--S--S--S--Star--"
"Talkin' ter me?"
"Ye--y--y--y--yes."
"Den why don't you?"
"I a--a--a--am."
"You ain't said so."
"Shut yo' b--b--b--black mouth."
"Huh, I could do dat an' den talk better den you does."
"I can b--b--b--beat you t--t--t--talkin'."
"Yas, you kin beat any pusson I eber seed."
"Don't y--y--y--you furgit you a--a--a--ain't nuthin' but a
n--n--n--n--nigger."
[Illustration: "GO ON ERWAY AN' LET ME TALK TER MYSE'F. YOU KAIN'T
TALK."]
"Huh, da kin tell dat by lookin' at me; but atter lookin' at you da
kain't tell whut you is. Why, you ain't nuthin'. Go on erway an' let me
talk ter myse'f. You kain't talk."
"Talk better t--t--t--t--than you k--k--kin. I could p--p--preach."
"Yes, ter deef folks.
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