"Yo' can tote him back home, mebbe."
"I'll take the early morning train to-morrow."
"I reckon I'll fry up some chicken an' bake some cakes, so yo' can tote it right along wid yo'."
"Now, look here, Ardelia. I'm not going to pack any basket along on the train to New York. Jarvis can buy his fried chicken there."
"He say dey ain't no cookin' lak' dere is in dis town."
"Well, it will have to do for a little longer. I'll have my bag and plenty to carry."
"Yo' ain't got no nat'chal feelin' fo' dat boy," Ardelia scolded her.
When the Professor heard the news he evinced a mild surprise.
"Have you any money for this trip? I'm a trifle short, now. The bank notified me yesterday that I was overdrawn."
"Professor, not again? What is the use of being a mathematician if you are always overdrawn?"