"I jus' a-tryin' to git a-holt o' yuh, Miss Dimple. I gwine run away."
"Oh, Bubbles, please don't."
"Yass, m', I is. I ain't gwine let nobody boss me an' call me story-teller an' all kin' o' names."
"Oh, but Bubbles, where will you go?"
"I gwine to Sylvy. She let me come. She res'n up, yuh knows. She at her father's house in de country."
"But that is, oh, ever so far?"
"Yass, miss."
"Do you know the way there?"
"No, m', but the butterman, he do. Sylvy live jes' noways fum his house, an' when he come I gwine ax him will he tek me."
"Oh, Bubbles, and I will be left all alone."