"What is it, Joe?"
"Well, you see Mas' Sam ought to have a doctor, an' he's gwine to die if he don't, dat's sartain. But dey ain't no doctor here."
Joe said this as if it were a new truth just discovered, that there was no doctor there.
"Well, go on, Joe," said Tom, "and tell me your plan, maybe it's a good one."
"Course it's a good un. I dun tell you dat fust."
"Well, what is it?"
"Mas' Tom, don't you know Mas' Sam always begins 'way back whar' he's been thinkin' an' tells all dat fust so you kin see all de why's and wharfores?"
"Yes; but what has that to do with your plan, Joe?"
"Nothin', only dat's de way I'se gwine to 'splain my plan, I'se dun begun way back whar I'se dun been thinkin', an' I'se gwine to tell all 'bout dat fust. Den you'll understan' de whys and wharfores. You mus'n't hurry me, Mas' Tom, dat's all."
"All right, tell it your own way, Joe," said Tom, laughing.