"Fuh true?"
"Yo' see, evah since he wuz home he liked to eat ice cream, but it don't agree wit' him—"
"Yo' don't say."
"No, it don't agree wit' he, an' he nose run blood like a stan'pipe run water. An' dey put 'e out 'pon the verandah fuh hol' 'e head back, and he fell asleep an' de moon shine 'pon 'e all night—"
"Oi had a boy who got de moon in he face, dah way, heself."
"Well, you know den. As I wuz—he sit dey all night wit' de moon shinin' in 'e face, wit' he head cocked back, an' when dey fomembah an' come out an' look at 'e dey fine 'e had one eye shut up, an' instead o' stoppin' de blood de moon only start it running wussah."
"Hey, we can't 'elp yo' wid 'e, ni, Miss Bright?"
"No, soul, Oi jess takin' dis fish tea fuh 'e. Dey say it is good fo' wash 'e eye wid. Dey say it will ca'y way de redness an' de soreness."
"G'long, soul, an' do yo' bes' fuh get 'e bettah."
Taking broth to him, she murmured, "Ain't yo' shame o' yo'self to hav' me bring yo' something to eat—"