"Go quick befo' she chop awf she head."
"Run, mahmie—"
Chasing through the corn April went to the end of the boundary line, just in time to see Zink Diggs tethering the goat. She was singing and an air of joyous conquest was about her.
"Giv' me my goat," said April.
"Come an' tek she," said the other, pointing the reins at her. "Come an' tek she, ni, if yo' t'ink yo' is de uman Oi is dam well sure yo' ent."
"Always jookin' yo' han' in yo' matty saucepan," cried April.
"Wha' dah yo' say?" she cried, bewildered.
"Gypsy t'ing!"
"Wha' dah yo' say!" she cried, enraged. "Why yo' don't talk plain so dat a body can understan' yo'? Why yo' ha' fi' fall back 'pon dah gibberish unna tahlk dey whe' unna come from."