“Ten cents a pound.”
“Ten cent’ uh poun’?”
“Yes.”
“Hummuch fuh fibe cent’?”
“Half a pound.”
“Gimme fibe cent’ wut.”
The short-weight sugar wrapped up and handed out, the customer would draw it to her bosom and, leaning on the counter, put her protecting arms around it. The dollar, ceremonially unwrapped from a corner of her apron, would be handed over, and ninety-five cents in change returned, which she would count over carefully before proceeding with her next purchase.
“You got any bakin’?”
“Yes.”
“Wuh kind’uh bakin’?”