"Well, Miss Hayles—you is Miss Hayles, ain't you? Yit, my Lawd! miss, ain't I dess now see you down in de cabin a-playin' in de play, an' a hund'ed people sayin': ''tis her, 'cose it is'?"
"Humph! no, I left as the curtain rose. How's the——?"
"Bishop? Oh, de bishop, he, eh—'bout five-six minute' ago—aw it mowt be ten—whilse I 'uz down dah—de bishop—I'm bleeds to say—breave his las'."
"While I—!" She tossed both arms.
"Ummmm, hmmmm!" droned old Joy; "gone to glory!"
"Yass, de good bishop gone to his good bishop!"
"Oh, who was with him?" cried the girl.
"Why, eh"—the three moved on their way—"de doctoh, he 'uz dah, and de bofe sis' o' charity; yass'm."
"The commodore—wasn't?—Nor the senator—nor——?"
"Oh, yass'm, de commodo', he 'uz dah—faw a spell. He didn' stay till de—finish. He couldn'. He git slightly indispose', hisseff, an' have to go to his own room."