Win-Kye (jumping up and closing umbrella). Umblillee spillee all ligh'.
Jube. Dar's a surprise party comin', Mudder Merton. Golly! such a bobbycue. Smoove yer har, Vermont, smoove yer har, take yer boots outer yer pants; dust de cheers, mudder, dust all de cheers; dar hasn't been sich an arribal since—since the Queen ob Shebang went wisiting ole King Soloman Isaacs, nebber.
Win-Kye (puffing). Jube walkee fast, talkee fast, me no catchee bleath, me puffee.
Vermont. What's the matter, Jube? it's only our Mosey.
Win-Kye. Mosey nice gally, velly nice gally; me chin chin Mosey, Mosey chin chin me; all ligh'.
Jube. Mosey. Yah, yah, she's come, bress her! Jes' as lobely and libely as eber. Why, de boys jes' crowd roun' dat ar stage, and shook her han's, and she shook back, an' laff; golly, how she laff! might heard her a mile off. But dar's anuder.
Mother. Another, Jube?
Jube. Yas indeed, a rale lady; no riff-raff, but de real ting, de dust in de pan, jes a seraphine, hansom', oh, my! an' sweet, sweet—golly! when I seed that lilly foot ob hers creepin' out ob der stage, it jest smashed me.
Win-Kye. She snapee eyes, she smilee so (grins), she smashee me.