“You tell Bunt Rogers that he's a-gittin' too big fer his britches, an' first thing he knows, he'll whirl round an' see his naked nose. Tell him I said so.”
“Well, is they any Santy Claus?”
“W'y cert. Ain't I a-tellin' you? Laws! ain't you never seen him yet?”
“I seen that kind of a idol they got down in Plotner's winder.”
“Well, he looks jist like that, on'y he's alive.”
“Did you ever see him, D.?”
“O-oh, well! Think I'm goin' to tell everything I know? Well, I guess not.”
“Well, but did you now?”
“M-well, that 'd be tellin'.”
“Aw, now, D., tell me.”