"So you can't get up this morning?" I asked.
"Yes, seh, Mahstah Majah, Ah _was_ a-gittin' up, but Ah was fohced to
cough raght smahtly an' Miss Cahline she yehs it an' she awdeh me back
to baid, seh. Then Ah calls out to huh that Ah ain't go'n' a' have no
sech foolishness in this yeh place, an' so she stahts to come up, which
fohces me to retiah huhiedly. Then she stands theh at th' head of th'
staihs an' she faulted me--yes, seh--she _threaten_ me, Mahstah Majah,
an' she tek mah clothes away, an' so on an' so fothe. Then Ah huhd huh
a' mekin' th' fiah an' then she brung this yeh cawfee an' she done mek
it that foolish that Ah can't tech it. Yes, seh, she plumb ruined that
theh cawfee, _that's_ what she done!"
His tone was peevish. Clem himself was not talking as I thought would
have been becoming in him. And there was a definite issue of veracity
between him and his mistress. I went down again, for the room was cold.
"He has some fever," I said.
"He is a lazy black hound," said Miss Caroline.
"He says you ordered him to stay in bed--threatened him and hid his
clothes."
"Oh, never fear but what that fellow will always have an excuse!" she
retorted shortly.
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