"Hey, it muss be a cockroach."
"Or a forty-leg—"
"It ent!"
"Look out deah, boy, yo' gwine stump yo' toe. Bam—tell yo' so! Go help 'e up, Mirrie."
" ... won't stay whe' yo' belong, ni? Why yo' got to be runnin' 'bout de gap like yo' ent got nobody? Like yo' is some sheep who' ent got no muddah or no faddah. Come yah, wha' yo' got in yo' han'? Lemmah see it!"
"Woy, woy, it nearly jook mah fingah!"
"Um is a black pin!" exclaimed Mirrie in terror.
"Wha' yo' get dis pin from, boy?" asked April, paling and pausing, then venomously seizing it.
"Obeah!"