I believe we have all done: Boy Jack, bring the sangoree.
Doctor, I daresay that your clay wants moistening, so take the first pull." This important commencement and finale to the repast having been duly administered, they proceeded to the range of buildings before mentioned, in one of which they found the lady _in the straw_, sitting up, and showing her white teeth at her master's approach, as if nothing very particular had occurred.
"Well, Mattee, how are you ?" said the planter.

"Where's the piccaninny ?" "Ab um here, sar--keep im warm," replied the woman, pointing to a roll of blanket, in which the little creature was enveloped.
"Let us see him, Mattee." "No sar, too cold yet--bye bye, massa, see um; make very fine sleep now.
Suppose white piccaninny, suppose black piccaninny--all same--like plenty sleep.

Um know very well, hab plenty work to do bye bye--sleep all dey can, when lilly." "But you'll smother him," observed Newton.
"Smoder him ?--what dat--eh ?--I know now massa mean, stop um breath.

No: suppose him no smoder before, no smoder now, sar.

Massa," continued the woman, turning to the planter, "no ab name for piccaninny ?" "Well, Mattee, we must find one; these gentlemen will give him a name.
Come, captain, what name do you propose ?" "Suppose we christen him _Snub_," replied Berecroft, winking at the rest.
"Snob! What sart a name you call dat, sar ?" replied the woman, tossing up her head.