Tom: Sir?
Jimmy: I took a bath this morning, all by myself alone, in the bath-tub, and I ranned, no (Doubtfully) I runned, I think—the water all in it, and got in it all by myself; and Ma Loving thought it was you; but it was me.
Tom (In feignedly severe tones): See here, young man, this won’t do. Don’t you know I’m the only one who is allowed to do that here? It’s a perfect waste of water—that’s what it is.
Jimmy (Undaunted): Oh! no, you’re not the only one, ’cause Ma Loving and Ma Rachel and me—alls takes baths every single morning. So, there!
Tom: You ’barrass me. (Jimmy opens his mouth to ask a question; Tom quickly) Young gentleman, your mouth is open. Close it, sir; close it.
Mrs. Loving: Tom, you’re as big a child exactly as Jimmy.
Tom (Bowing to right and left): You compliment me. I thank you, I am sure.
(They finish in silence.)
Jimmy (Sighing with contentment): I’m through, Ma Rachel.
Mrs. Loving: Jimmy, you’re a big boy, now, aren’t you? (Jimmy nods his head vigorously and looks proud.) I wonder if you’re big enough to wash your own hands, this morning?