"You're a good boy.

And you've got sense.

Now listen:--" Talking swiftly and earnestly, he followed Davy toward the square little iron building, the conch outwardly making no sign that he heard.

For, not many yards away, a handful of conchs and negroes were at work on a half-completed shed.
Davy came to the store-room door, and opened it.

Then, turning to Brice he said aloud in the wretched dialect of his class: "Funny avocado fruits all pile up in yon.