You better keep him." "Don't you try to make no fool of me, old man," cried the planter.
"Oh, no!" said the other.

"Oh, no! but you make a fool of yourself, ain't it ?" The dumbfounded Colonel stared; Charlie went on: "Yass! Belles Demoiselles is more wort' dan tree block like dis one.

I pass by dare since two weeks.

Oh, pritty Belles Demoiselles! De cane was wave in de wind, de garden smell like a bouquet, de white-cap was jump up and down on de river; seven _belles demoiselles_ was ridin' on horses.

'Pritty, pritty, pritty!' says old Charlie.