the way they chucked me over them fences was a caution, I tell you. Next day I was most as black as that darkey yonder, lickin‘ plates on the sly. This is bully coffee, ain't it?
Give us another pull at it, and I'll be obleeged to you.
I did; and, as the last gulp subsided, he said, with a rub of his old handkerchief over eyes as well as mouth:
Look a here; I've got a pair a earbobs and a handkercher pin I'm a goin‘ to give you, if you'll have them; for you're the very moral oa Lizy Sylvester, poor Eph's wife: that's why I signalled you to come over here.
They aint much, I guess, but they'll do to memorize the rebs by.
Burrowing under his pillow, he produced a little bundle of what he called truck, and gallantly presented me with a pair of earrings, each representing a cluster of corpulent grapes, and the pin a basket of astonishing fruit, the whole large and coppery enough for a small warming-pan.
Feeling delicate about depriving him of such valuable relics, I accepted