“I go round de oder way. Mass’ say I chop wood, and I was going to chop wood till I hear you say Morgan you go for walk, and I know you go for ’wim.”
“Well?”
“Pomp very hurt upon Mass’ George.”
“Oh, were you?” I said.
“Mass’ George say cruel fing to Pomp, so um go an’ fess de ole ’gator head, and undress umself, an’ get in de water firs, an’ fright um.”
“Ah, well, you’ll be flogged one of these days, Master Pomp, without my telling tales of you.”
“I ’pose I will,” he said, thoughtfully. “No like for Mass’ George tell, dough.”
“Why not?”
“Cos dat hurt Pomp more dan de floggum.”
“Nonsense!”