"She tole me she was dat little Molly Harris dat lived down in Charleston, an—"
"How in thunder did she get here?"
"Dunno, sah."
"You do know, and I tell you you'll make money to tell me all about it."
"Dunno nothin' moah. I said dat same word, how you git yere, and she say never min 'bout dat."
"What else did she say, what does she want?"
"Wall, de res ob what she tell me, 'pears like she didn't 'spect me tell. I'll go over thar, an' tell her you wants to know, an—"
"The devil you will, you impudent rascal—all I want to know is if she wants to find me."
"De good Lord, dat's de berry secret I don't want to tell."