Myers. Worth about a thousand more, I suppose, on account of that! Never saw a Tennessee trader that didn’t have sixteen or seventeen hundred dollars’ worth of extra virtues in his particular nigger!
Brightly. On er bright, and no blowin’!
Myers. Oh the south is full of them!
Brightly. Then go and buy ’em.
Myers. Brightly, I don’t know why, but I have just taken a liking to that little romp. She is pretty and fresh as a new picture. Say, she hasn’t been married?
Brightly. Not a bit of it. She’s only jest sixteen.
Myers. Say, I will give twelve hundred for her, because you and I are old friends.
Brightly. No, yer don’t!
Myers. Fifteen?
Brightly. It’s no use talkin’! If I should sell that little brat, there would be hell to pay in Creelsboro’ for two years.