“You hain’t no sich thing, fur I got it this mornin’.”
“I do not like to dispute your word, madam, but I left this book on this seat and it was here when you came this morning.”
“You’re just a tellin’ what ain’t so, an’ I don’t lak to be meddled wid by no man wid yaller shoes.”
“O, I see it is my shoes you do not like!”
“No, I don’t lak you ner none lak you. What you got on that long thing fur?”
I wore a long automobile coat, or duster, to protect my clothes, and the old lady did not like that. Seeing what a tempest I had stirred, I decided to fight it out just for fun.
“Madam, you wouldn’t mind my taking my suit case out of here so that you could have more room for your feet?”
“No. It hain’t got no bizness in here nohow.”
“Why, my dear, I know it hasn’t,” said I.