“Then I am suah Mistah Frank don’ care teh see yo’. He don’ do business in yoah style, sah.”
“Haw!” snorted the man, growing red in the face. “Why, you black rascal! I will——”
“Bettah be careful how yo’ call names, sah! It don’ set well fo’ a man ob youah class to call anybody a rascal.”
“Shall I thump him, governor?” asked Dyke, aggressively.
“Huah! Jes’ yo’ try hit!” shouted Toots, putting up his hands. “I’d jes’ lak teh see yo’ try hit! Why, I’d smash yeh quicker dan a cat could wink! Yes, sah—yes, indeed!”
“Don’t get into a quarrel with a nigger, Dyke,” cautioned the father.
“Niggah!” exploded Toots. “I’s a cullad gemman, sah, an’ yeh wants teh ’dress me wif respec’.”
“Call your master immediately.”
“Tell yeh he don’ want teh see yeh.”
“I have come to look this place over in view of purchasing it. I understand it is for sale.”