A Sum In Arithmetic

"How aro you coming on, Uncle Mose?" "Poorly, poorly, thank God." "What's the matter?" "I has seben gala to support, boss. Hit costs a power of money to flll up seben nioufs free times a day." 'Yes, but I heard one of your daughters was going to get married, so that will only leave you six to support." "Dat's whar you am foolin' yerself, boss. Dat ar gal am gwine ter marry one sb dese Austin culled politicaners, so iustead of habin' only six to support, when she marries, 111 hab eight moufs to feed, for mighty few ob dese politicianers, white or black, is wuff de powder hit would take to shoot 'em. No, boss, it will be eight irstead of six ter feed when dat gal manies not countin' de nateral increase."