“What do you want with my juggal?” said the girl.
“Only to give her a piece of cake,” said I, offering the dog a piece which I had just broken off.
“What do you mean?” said the girl, snatching the dog away; “my grandbebee’s cake is not for dogs.”
“Why, I just now saw you give the animal a piece of yours.”
“You lie, brother, you saw no such thing; but I see how it is, you wish to affront the poor person’s child. I shall go to my house.”
“Keep still, and don’t be angry; see, I have eaten the piece which I offered the dog. I meant no offence. It is a sweet cake after all.”
“Isn’t it, brother? I am glad you like it. Offence! brother, no offence at all! I am so glad you like my grandbebee’s cake, but she will be wanting me at home. Eat one piece more of grandbebee’s cake, and I will go.”
“I am not hungry, I will put the rest by.”
“One piece more before I go, handsome brother, grey-haired brother.”
“I will not eat any more, I have already eaten more than I wished to oblige you; if you must go, good day to you.”