Mrs. S. Why, Billy!
Billy. Dat’s so. But say, Mattie, how much did de chance cost?
Mrs. S. What chance?
Billy. De chance at de raffle, dat you drew de riddle dat’s gone out to juggle wid de sandwiches!
Mrs. S. Don’t speak of him that way, Billy. He’s a good husband.
Billy. I know it. One ob de kind dat come done up in bunches—ten cents a bunch.
Mrs. S. But maybe I might have married better.
Billy. Ob course; me, for example.
Mrs. S. Nonsense—now there was Captain Charley.