"Fi' tell yo' de troot, mum—"
"Gracious me, are they digging again? Look—there—by the trench—Seenie, what are they digging?"
"Wha' mum?"
"Can't you see it, stupid? There! Are you blind?"
"Oh, yassum! Me taught yo' mean yondah, mum."
"You always think something contrary!"
"It are a grabe dem a dig, mum."
"A grave? Mercy! For whom? What sort of a grave is it?"
"Fo' de baboo wha' chop arf 'im wife head, mum," said Seenie.