“Well, how you goin’ to prove it?” Laurence inquired, speaking louder. “If it’s so, then you got to prove it. You either got to prove it or else you got to take it back.”
“I don’t either haf to!”
“You do too haf to!”
“All right, then,” said Daisy. “I’ll prove it by Elsie. He was, wasn’t he, Elsie?”
“What?” Elsie inquired vaguely.
“Wasn’t Laurence showin’ off out in the street? He was showin’ off, wasn’t he?”
“I was not!”
“You was, too! Wasn’t he, Elsie?”
“I doe’ know,” Elsie said, paying no attention to them; for she was observing a little group that had made its appearance at the next corner, a few moments earlier, and now came slowly along the sidewalk in the mottled shade of the maple trees. “Oh, look!” she cried. “Just look at that darling little coloured baby!”
Her companions turned to look where she pointed, and Daisy instantly became as ecstasized as Elsie. “Oh, look at the precious, darling, little thing!” she shouted.