So I
says:
"But I ain't going to
make no complaint. Any
way
that suits you suits me. What you going to do
about the servant-girl?"
"You'll be her. You slide in, in the middle of the
night, and hook that yaller girl's frock."
"Why, Tom, that 'll make trouble next morning;
because, of course, she prob'bly hain't got any but
that one.