"Well, yer see," said Sam, proceeding gravely to wash
down Haley's pony, "I'se 'quired what yer may call a habit
o' bobservation, Andy. It's a very 'portant habit, Andy;
and I 'commend yer to be cultivatin' it, now yer young.
Hist up that hind foot, Andy. Yer see, Andy, it's bobservation makes all de difference in niggers. Did n't I see
which way the wind blew dis yer mornin'? Did n't I see
what Missis wanted, though she never let on? Dat ar's
bobservation, Andy. I'spects it's what you may call a faculty. Faculties is different in different peoples, but cultivation of 'em goes a great way."
"I guess if I had n't helped your bobservation dis mornin', yer would n't have seen your way so smart," said Andy.
"Andy," said Sam, "you's a promisin' child, der an't no manner o' doubt. I thinks lots of yer, Andy; and I don't feel no ways ashamed to take idees from you. We oughtenter overlook nobody, Andy, cause the smartest on us gets tripped up sometimes. And so, Andy, let's go up to the house now. I'll be boun' Missis'll give us an uncommon good bite, dis yer time."
