“Dat is berry easy to read.  Any man wid any larning at all, can see de billet is intend for Missa Judge Bernard.”  He saw by the distended eyes of Mr. Qui that his guess had struck the mark, and fearful of being requested to decipher the other superscriptions, hastily added: 

“But what for I stop here, wasting my precious time, and keeping you from doing you master’s arrant?  I hab de honor to wish you good marning, Missa Qui.”  So saying, Primus turned round and stumped off half a dozen steps, before the bewildered Felix recovered his faculties.

“Stop, General,” at last exclaimed Felix, as soon as he regained his speech, running after him and taking hold of his arm, “allow me, a word with you”

“I is berry busy dis marning,” cried Primus, struggling to get free; “Missa Pownal want my sarvices; de doctor is anxious to insult wid me; and de ’Piscopal minister hab someting ’portant to communicate.”

“I inspect he want you to write the Thanksgiving sermon,” said Felix, grinning.  “But, General, I have really an invite for you.  I forgot to write the note before I leave home, and so you must, ’scuse the want of style.  I have the honor to ask you, General, to take your dinner, on that glorious day, with Miss Rosa and I.”

“Dat alter de case intirely,” said Primus, losing his dread of reading billets, and forgetting his hurry in the pleasure received from the invitation; “dat alter de case entirely.  You is a genlman, and berry polite, Missa Qui, and Miss Rosa is beyond ’spression.  Dere is few ob de fair sec equal Miss Rosa.  Let me see,” he continued, with a thoughtful air, and looking on the ground, “whedder I not disappoint some genlman.  When I come round de corner I see Missa Tracy boy going toward my house.  Now, probably he bring invite for me.  But you invite is de fust, Missa Qui, and it is hard to desist de attraction ob Miss Rosa and youself, and I will do myself de honor to wait on you.  Sorry, howebber to disappoint Missa Tracy.”  Primus had now embarked on the full tide of his garrulity, and casting out of mind his regret for not being able to accept the imaginary invitation to Mr. Tracy’s, went on: 

“’Pears to me a great ’vantage, Missa Qui, dat some folks is ’Piscopalians, and some Presbyterians.”

Felix looked as if he failed to apprehend the meaning of his friend.

“’Cause,” said Primus, “dat make two grand dinner, and you and me is dere to eat ’em.”

Felix had now fairly caught the other’s meaning, and the two exploded in bursts of laughter.

“You have right to say so, General, and the observation do you great honor.  And that is the reason I inspect that you are ’Peskypalian.”

“I surprise to hear you say so ob your ole friend,” said Primus, drawing himself up with an air of offended dignity.  “No, sar, dat is not de reason.  De reason I is ’Piscopalian is, ’cause I belong to de regulars.”

“I never hear tell the ’Peskypalians is more regulars than other folks,” said Felix.