"I hope I's ready, but I hope to be spaihed a good many yeahs yit."
"To do good, I suppose?"
"Yes, suh; yes, suh. Fac' is, Mawse Gawge, I jes' hop up to ax you some'p'n."
"Well, here I am."
"I want to ax you—I want to ax you—er—er—I want—"
"Oh, speak out. I haven't time to be bothering here all day."
"Well, you know, Mawse Gawge, some o' us ain' nigh ez ol' ez dey looks."
"That's true. A person, now, would take you for ninety, and to my positive knowledge, you're not more than eighty-five."
"Oh, Lawd. Mastah, do heish."
"I'm not flattering you, that's the truth."