"Can't do it, Andy!"
"Don't say dat, Mister Tom!"
"Can't do it."
Andy flicked imaginary lint from both sleeves of Tom's coat:
"Now look here, Mister Tom——"
The boy turned away protesting:
"No, I can't do it."
"Lordy, Mister Tom," Andy cried in grieved tones. "You ain't gwine back on me like dat des 'cose yer went ter college up dar in de Norf an' git mixed up wid Yankee notions! Why, you an' me's always been good friends an' partners. What ye got agin me?"
A gleam of mischief slipped into the boy's eyes again as he folded his arms with mock severity:
"To begin with, you're the biggest old liar in the United States——"