"Much business as you has, I guess; yer ain't housekeeper as I knows on; yer only potwasher anyhow."
"Missus telled me to use dis room for makin' pies and cakes in till she got anoder housekeeper, an' I'se gwine ter."
"I don't keer if she did, dat don't make yer housekeeper any more'n stolen feathers makes a jackdaw an eagle."
"Now, ladies, ladies!" pleaded Dolf, fearful of the extent to which the tempest might reach if not checked in time. "Don't let us conflusticate dese little seasons of union by savagerousnesses; don't, I beg."
"Den her leave me alone," sniffled Vic.
"Larn dat gal ter keep a civil tongue in her yaller head if yer want peace an' composion," said Clo.
"Dat ar's religion wid a vengeance," cried Vic; "a callin' names is pretty piety, ain't it! I'll jis' see what Elder Brown says ter dat ar de bery next time I sees him."
"Oh, yes!" said Clo, contemptuous; "yer allers glad ob a 'casion ter gabble! How's a pusson gwine ter hab religion when dey's persecuted by sich a born debil; wurs 'en dem in de scripture as was worrying de swine."
"Laws!" said Vic, with a vicious sneer, "was yer roun wid dat drove 'bout dat time."
"I'll drove yer," cried Clo.