“Whut refawms is we gwine start?” Skeeter Butts asked.
“Lawd,” Figger Bush squeaked. “It’s a endless job—look at me for ninstunce!”
“Whut is yo’ mos’ upsettin’ sin, Figger?” Vinegar asked.
Figger meditated for a long time. Then he said:
“So many sins is done got me down dat I don’t rickolect which one fust upset me, Revun.”
“Aw, don’t waste no time on Figger!” Skeeter Butts said disgustedly. “He’s a hopeless job!”
“Don’t say dat, Skeeter!” Figger pleaded. “You know you is done led me inter all de devilmint I ever done!”
Skeeter gasped like a landed fish.
“Ain’t it de truth!” he mourned. “You ain’t never had sense enough to be bad by yo’se’f! I shore is made a bad impression on you, Figger—I’s awful sorry!”
“Less pass some rules ’bout dis refawm!” Hitch Diamond proposed. “We’ll bunch all de sins togedder an’ tell de niggers to quit ’em all!”