The expression had caught his fancy enormously.
"Yassir, de humility—dat's hit!" Minerva murmured.
When the laughter had slowly died down she moved a little closer and said reassuringly:
"And now, Brer Andy, ez dey's des you an' me here tergedder—ef hits suits yo' circumstantial convenience, hab no reprehenshun, sah, des say what's on yo' min'."
Andy glanced at her quickly, bowed grandiloquently and catching the spirit of her high-flown language decided to spring his confession and ask her help to win Cleo.
"Yassam, Miss Minerva, dat's so. An' ez I allays sez dat honesty is de bes' policy, I'se gwine ter ré-cede ter yo' invitation!"
Minerva laughed with joyous admiration:
"Des listen at dat nigger now! You sho is er talkin' man when yer gits started——"
"Yassam, I bin er tryin' ter tell ye fer de longest kind er time an' ax ye ter help me——"
Minerva moved her massive figure close against him: