“Cause-a da what? Speak-a Daize.”

“I don’t like to.”

“A Daize! Youse a know I bees-a da friend, speak-a.”

“Well, then my papa would know where to find me.”

“I deez-a thought so. Daize, youse-a tink I beez a da bad-a man. Eh, why?”

“’Cause you promised to take me home and you have not.”

“Well-a Daize, your-a good-a da girl, and—eef-a da papa donn-a da come bees-a da morn, we’ll-a go for-a da fine him, eh! Now youse-a da like-a me now? Eh, a Daize?”

“Oh, I like you ever so much for that, and we’ll go home tomorrow?

“Sure-a Daize! Now tell-a me some-a ting about a da Virginia.”

“If I do you’ll sure take me home tomorrow?”