de good lan', honey, dey ain' nevah SEE style befo'!
My ole woman say you got mo' fixin's in a minute dan de whole res' of 'em got in a yeah.She say when she helpin' you onpack she must 'a' see mo'n a hunerd paihs o' slippahs alone! An' de good Man knows I 'membuh w'en you runnin' roun'
back-yods an' up de alley rompin' 'ith Joe Louden, same you's a boy!""Do you ever see Mr.Louden, nowadays?" she asked.
His laugh was repeated with the same discreet violence."Ain' I seen him dis ve'y day, fur up de street at de gate yonnah, stan'in' 'ith you, w'en I drivin' de Judge?""You--you didn't happen to see him anywhere this--this afternoon?""No'm, I ain' SEE him." Sam's laughter vanished and his lowered voice became serious."Iain' SEE him, but I hearn about him.""What did you hear?"
"Dey be 'n consid'able stir on de aidge o ' town, I reckon," he answered, gravely, "an' dey be'n havin' some trouble out at de Beach--""Beaver Beach, do you mean?""Yes'm.Dey be'n some shootin' goin' on out dat way."She sprang forward and caught at his arm without speaking.
"Joe Louden all right," he said, reassuringly.
"Ain' nuffum happen to him! Nigh as I kin mek out f'm de TALK, dat Happy Fear gone on de ramPAGEag'in, an' dey hatta sent fer Mist' Louden to come in a hurry."