Mrs. J. Yo’ mahied?
Mr. C. No, but—
Mrs. J. Den it all right, deah. I axcep’ yo’! Yo’ is shuah a fine lookin’ man, an’ Ise proud to be yo’ wife.
Mr. C. But my dear madam—
Mrs. J. Dat’s so, Ise yo’ deah, an’ yo’s mah honey. Let me hug yo’ once.
Mr. C. (Rising precipitately.) I must be going.
Mrs. J. Don’ yo’ hurry, honey boy. I wants ter ax yo’ some questions now. I’ll sit in yo’ lap while I does it.
Mr. C. (Going hastily out.) Excuse me, I see some one I must speak to.
Mrs. J. (Laughing heartily.) Ha, ha, ha! Did yo’ see me get rid ob dat fella wid his fool questions, Alexandah? Ho, ho, ho! As if I’d take a washed out white man in yo’ deah daddy’s shoes. Ho, ho, ho! He t’ought I was a-gwine ter kiss him! Run give him his book, sonny; he clean furgot it. Ho, ho, ho! Dat’s de way to get rid ob de Senses mans! He done made tracks libely when he t’ought I want him. Dat’s de besses joke dis yeah. I mus’ go tell Ca’liny Jackson, fo’ he gets to her house a-axin’ questions an’ peekin’ into her pribate ’fairs. Ho, ho, ho! But dat war a good one on de Senses man! (Goes out, laughing.)