"Mirrie!"
"Comin', mum!"
His tongue thick, heavy, Alfie rose. "Yo' girl chirrun, if unna don't behave unna self, Oi gwine tell unna mahmie 'pon unna, too. Wha' all yo' makin' all dis noise fo'?"
"De pin ketch de house afiah."
"Wha' pin?"
"Fomembah de black pin Zink Diggs giv' Alfie fo' he mahmie?"
"Hey, yes."
"Gal, shut up yo' mout', yo' too stupid, how kin a pin ketch de house afiah?"
"Wha' is dah smoke, den?"
"Run an' tell mahmie, quick."