"Same reason you do; to see how it is getting on. When will the watermelons be ready to eat? It seems to me they are very late this year."
"Dey is late. I say dey is, but nex' week, ef de Lord sees fittin', we bus' open dis one. She de fust to be pick. I layin' out to lif huh fum huh sandy baid nex' Tuesday."
"And we'll have it for dinner. Oh, my! I wish it were ready now. Did they used to have a watermelon patch over at Grandmother Corner's? There isn't any now."
"How yuh so wise?"
"Oh, I've been all around the place. I know just where the garden used to be."
"Yo' ma say yuh chilluns ain't to ha'nt de ole place."
"I know and I don't haunt it; I just go there once in a while. I haven't been for a long, long time. I don't see, anyhow, why we can't go when it was father's home."
"Yuh nuvver sees yo' ma er yo' auntie cross de brook."
"No, but then——"