My present wife, suh, replied Uncle Ephraim, with dignity, ain’t got nothin’ to do with it. She’s de fourth, suh.
Sambo—You know, Rastus, dat every time ah kiss mah wife she closes her eyes an’ holler.
Rastus—Ah say she do!
Sambo—What’s dat, nigger?
Rastus—Ah say, do she?
Lord Babbington was instructing the new colored servant in his duties, adding—Now, Zeke, when I ring for you, you must answer me by saying—My lord, what will you have?
A few hours afterward, having occasion to summon the servant, his lordship was astonished with the following—