Ah! _Monsieur le Pere_, 'ow 'appy, 'appy, 'appy!" "Yass!" he continued--the Colonel still staring--"le Compte De Charleu have two familie.

One was low-down Choctaw, one was high up _noblesse_.
He gave the low-down Choctaw dis old rat-hole; he give Belles Demoiselles to you gran-fozzer; and now you don't be _satisfait_.

What I'll do wid Belles Demoiselles?
She'll break me in two years, yass.

And what you'll do wid old Charlie's house, eh?
You'll tear her down and make you'se'f a blame old fool.

I rather wouldn't trade!" The planter caught a big breathful of anger, but Charlie went straight on: "I rather wouldn't, _mais_ I will do it for you;--just the same, like Monsieur le Compte would say, 'Charlie, you old fool, I want to shange houses wid you.'" So long as the Colonel suspected irony he was angry, but as Charlie seemed, after all, to be certainly in earnest, he began to feel conscience-stricken.