Mrs. T. Well, if you don’t like them, you may leave them off.
Inq. How many white males are there between ten and twenty?
Mrs. T. Why, there’s nobody but John and Peter, and John ran away last week.
Inq. How many white males are there between twenty and thirty?
Mrs. T. Let me see—there’s the wooden-headed man is one, Mr. Jenkins and his wife is two, and the black girl is three.
Inq. No more of your nonsense, old lady; I’m heartily tired of it.
Mrs. T. Hoity toity! Haven’t I a right to talk as I please in my own house?
Inq. You must answer the questions as I put them.
Mrs. T. “Answer a fool according to his folly”—you’re right, Mr. Hippogriff.
Inq. How many white males are there between thirty and forty?