Ter venerable negro gardener was leaving work rather earlier than usual His mis-spotted him just as he was leaving the grounds, "Surely you are not quitting work now, are you, Sambo?" she asked reprovingly.
"Yas'm. Tse gwine home now," replied Sambo.
"But why? It isn't five o'clock yet, and you can easily finish weeding that bed this evening.
"Yas'm," replied the aged negro. "I know: dat. But what's de use oh hurry nudder day ter morrow what ain't never been tetched vii."
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