One o' de chillen done Tole on me.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith
Dat was a lie, for he never said a word to Miss Rachel; ole Sam could Tole you dat.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith
Sam cotched him at it, an' done Tole me; an' den dey'd sa'nter off down de po'ch, sayin' it was too hot or too cool, or dat dey was lookin' for birds' nests in de po'ch vines, till dey'd git to de far end, where de mist'ess nor Sam nor nobody else couldn't hear what dey was a-sayin' an' a-whisperin', an' dere dey'd sit fer hours.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith