"Look at that hill, Maria; when we was children how we did roll down hills like that. Wouldn't it be fun now?"
"Lor'! Toby! we're too old and fat fer the likes of that."
"Fat nothin'! come on, let's do it?"
"Well, you go ahead, I'll foller."
"Hi! Maria, aint this glorious?–like we was children agin!?"
"I don't know, Toby, I think I'll stop!"