Bery kind, massa.

Had quite 'nuff." "Well, now, you, sir!" looking at the little one,--"by the way, what's your name ?" "'Bijah, if ye please, massa." "'Bijah?
Abijah, hey?
well, I don't please; however, it's none of my name.

Well, 'Bijah, how came you two to be looking like a couple of animated skeletons?
that's the next question." "Yes, massa." "I say, how came you to be starved?
Hai'n't they nothing but roots and berries up your way?
Mass' George Wingate must have a jolly time, feasting, in that case.

Come, what's your story?
Out with the whole pack of lies at once." "I hope massa thinks we wouldn't tell nuffin but de truf," said Jim, who had not before spoken save to say, "Thankee,"-- "cause if he don't bleeve us, ain't no use in talkin'." "You shut up! I ain't conversing with you, rawbones! Speak when you're spoken to! Come, 'Bijah, fire away." "Bery good, massa.

Ye see I'se Mass' George Wingate's boy.