Mr. Mole lifted his hand.
“I shall be there, too,” he said, “and that is what will knock the persimmons!”
“Go ’long,” replied Monday. “You nebber see a persimmon in your life!”
“What a pity.”
“Whar you been?”
“In Virginia, Alabama and the Carolinas, you silly coon!”
“Gimme a rest, sah!”
“What do you know, boy? Keep your place. Respect your superiors.”
“Dis chile nebber found any yet!”
“You’ve a high opinion of yourself.”