Mrs. J. Nex’ am de triplets, Pollyanna, Susieanna and Roxieanna, dey am at school jes’ now, an’ Birdena Philopena Maud, she am at school, too, an’ dis yere pickaninny Alexandah Xerxes Napoleon Washin’ton, who am at hum, caze he been a habin’ de measles, an’ I don’ wan’ him to study ontwell Ise shuah his eyes are strong ’nuff. Teachahs am drefful hahd on chillun’s eyes. Now don’ yo’ go a-axin’ how old all dem chillunses is, caze I dunno.
Mr. C. Have you any property?
Mrs. J. Is yo’ all a tax-c’lectah?
Mr. C. No.
Mrs. J. Den it’s none ob yo’ bus’ness, an’ Ise tiah’d ob ans’in’ yo’ foolish questions so yo’ c’n jes’ take yo’ foot in yo’ han’ and go ’long.
Mr. C. But my dear—
Mrs. J. Don’ yo’ try to flirt wid me, you pasty-faced white man.
Mr. C. I have no such intentions, but—
Mrs. J. Den yo’ was in earnest when yo’ called me yo’ deah? Yo’ a-huntin’ fo’ a wife?
Mr. C. No indeed, madam.