Jim. All right, Bill. (Goes into the shop.)
Jack. I owe you one for that, Bill.
Bill. Owe it me then, Jack. I do like fair play—always did (eating).
Jack. You ain't a sharin' of your yennep, Bill.
Bill. Mattie didn't say I was to. She knowed one wouldn't break up into three nohow. 'Tain't in natur', Jack.
Jack. You might ha' guv me a bite, anyhow, Bill.
Bill. It ain't desirable, Jack—size o' trap dooly considered. Here comes your share.
Re-enter JIM. Gives a bun to JACK.
Jim. I tell you what, Bill—she ain't your Mattie. She ain't nobody's Mattie; she's a hangel.
Bill. No, Jim, she ain't a hangel; she 'ain't got no wings, leastways outside her clo'es, and she 'ain't got clo'es enough to hide 'em. I wish I wos a hangel!