"Yas'm. I'll do my bes'. I kin git you a hawse."
"I'll pay you good wages, 'Polyte. But you mustn't drink. If a lady hires you, you can never get drunk, you know."
"I'll tek de pledge."
"Take any pledge that you can keep," said Carolina. She gathered up the reins and turned her horse. The man took a step nearer.
"Well, 'Polyte?"
"Miss Calline--"
"Well?"
"Nobody ain't ever trusted me befo'!"
"Well?"
"Not even my ole mammy. She voodooed me. She said I brought her bad luck, an' everybody tuk up de bad word agin me--"