"But they are solid silver! You really must find them."
"You tell where lookee, I go lookee."
"I am sure I don't know were you are to look. And two forks were missing last week!"
I stared reflectively at a June-bug on the window-sill. Chang-how stood with folded hands and drooping shoulders, a seraphic calm upon his features, as of one who had stood upon the burning deck when all but he had fled. Evidently he had done his duty. I was so impressed with this fact, and that the responsibility, if not the guilt, was now mine, that I simply said, "Go set the table then, Chang-how. Mr. Smith will have to tell us what to do when he comes home."
Exit Chang.
Enter Anarky: "Mis' Maud, how many hank'chers you sent out dis week?"
"Twenty-three, I believe."
"An' now I ain't got but nineteen. You see dat? How many socks for Mas' Jim?"
"Six or seven, I suppose. Why?"
"You see dat again? Ain't but fo' par lef'! Ef I don't beat him, shoze I'm a nigger!"