He had learned this from his father.
"I dun'no, sah." "What does he look like, Todd ?" cried St.George, breaking the seal of another letter.
"Wall, he ain't no gemman--he's jus' a pusson I reckon.

I done tol' him you warn't out o' bed yit, but he said he'd wait.

I got him shet outside, but I can't fool him no mo'.

What'll I do now ?" "Well, what do you think he wants, then ?" Harry burst out impatiently.
"Well," said Todd--"ef I was to tell ye God's truf', I reckon he wants money.

He says he's been to de big house--way out to de colonel's, and dey th'owed him out--and now he's gwineter sit down yere till somebody listens to him.