“Do you live here?”
“Yes.”
“Are there many Italians in Natchez?”
“Yes—some many—seven. All big dam rascaal. Yes. Ha! ha! ha! True. Dam rascaal all of us.”
“What do you do for a living here?”
“For me it is a cigar-store; fruit; confectionary.”
“And the rest?”
“Oh, everytzing. I don’t expect dem be here so much long now.”
“Why—what will they do?”
“Dey all go to Cuba. Be vawr zair soon now. All go. All dam rascaal go, can go, ven ze vawr is. Good ting dat for Natchez, eh? Yes, I tzink.”