Billy. Is dis yere de place whar Mr. Skidmore lives?
Mrs. S. Don’t you know me, Billy?
Billy. Well, I swar! Youse kin strike me wid a cannon ball if dis ain’t Mattie Clamjuice!
Mr. S. Mrs. Skidmore, sir.
Billy. Sure ’nuff. I done forgot, Mattie, dat you had married dat old Turk yonder. Gracious, Mattie, you am looking as putty as a sunflower. Getting hitched seems to agree wid youse, chile.
Mrs. S. Oh, Billy, I’m so glad to see you.
Billy. De mutuality ob de gladness am mutual. You see, I’ve come just from home.
Mrs. S. Just from home? then you know all of the news?
Billy. Ebery bit, but——
Mrs. S. Well, what, Billy?