"Ah," said Seth, in a tone of sly satisfaction, "now I can say I've seen Pharaoh if anybody asks me. Go on, Sal."
"Well, he come, and said----"
"Ho! ho! Sally! he spoke to you, did he?"
"Yes, he said a lot."
"Now," mused Seth, hugging himself in great enjoyment, "how did he speak?"
"With his tongue," replied Sally, with precocious sharpness.
"Yes, yes, with his tongue, of course. But in what language? It couldn't be Hebrew, because he hated the Jews, and wouldn't have lowered himself to it. Besides if he had, you wouldn't have understood him."
"Not in a trance?" asked Sally in a cunning tone.
"I should say," replied Seth very gravely, "not even in a trance."
"Why, then, he spoke what I'm speaking to you, and what you're speaking to me--jist the same. 'Git up, Sally,' he says, 'and come along o' me; I'm going to show you somethink.' I got up and went along of him."