"Oh, Bob is it? Bob what? Have you no other name?"
"No, sar, 'cept it's Marster Josh. I 'longs to him."
"Belong to Master Josh, do you? His name isn't Josh, it is Joshua."
"Yes, marster."
"Well, then, Bob, if his name is Joshua, what must yours be?" said Raymond.
"Dun know, unless it's Bobaway," answered the negro, with a broad grin.
"Bobaway! That's rich," said Raymond, laughing heartily at the rapid advancement of his pupil.
After a moment's pause, he again called out, "I say, Bobaway, did it snow last night?"
"No, sar, it didn't snow; it done frosted," said Bob.
"Done frosted, hey?" said Raymond. "You're a smart boy, Bob. What'll you sell yourself for?"