He's got a mammy, now," said the old negress.

"I can't help kinder pityin' on him." "Softly, softly; don't thee snap and snarl, friend," said Phineas, as Tom winced and pushed his hand away.

"Thee has no chance, unless I stop the bleeding." And Phineas busied himself with making some off-hand surgical arrangements with his own pocket-handkerchief, and such as could be mustered in the company.
"You pushed me down there," said Tom, faintly.
"Well if I hadn't thee would have pushed us down, thee sees," said Phineas, as he stooped to apply his bandage.

"There, there,--let me fix this bandage.

We mean well to thee; we bear no malice.