“I don’t only just believe it, Marse Tom, I know it. Day before yesterday they knew something was going to happen. They were that excited, and whispering around together; why, anybody could see that they— But my! I must get back to her, and I haven’t got to my errand yet.”
“What is it, Dorcas?”
“Well, it’s two or three things. One is, the doctor don’t salute when he comes . . . Now, Marse Tom, it ain’t anything to laugh at, and so—”
“Well, then, forgive me; I didn’t mean to laugh—I got caught unprepared.”
“You see, she don’t want to hurt the doctor’s feelings, so she don’t say anything to him about it; but she is always polite, herself, and it hurts that kind for people to be rude to them.”
“I’ll have that doctor hanged.”
“Marse Tom, she don’t want him hanged. She—”
“Well, then, I’ll have him boiled in oil.”
“But she don’t want him boiled. I—”
“Oh, very well, very well, I only want to please her; I’ll have him skinned.”