Pete. Massa Wheeler, it 'pears mighty queer dat yo' an' I can't talk sociably for five minnits widout quarrelin'. I'se agwine to tell missus dat de next time she wants a note sent to you, dat she will hab to seek some oder 'vayance, for I won't take it, suah.
Wheeler. So Mrs. Thornton sent me a note, did she?
Pete. Ob course she did.
Wheeler. Where is it?
Pete. In my pocket.
Wheeler. Why did you not give it to me then, instead of attempting to deliver her message verbally?
Pete. Kase yo' nebber axed me for it.
Wheeler. Give it to me this instant, you black imp. (Pete gives note; Wheeler hastily reads it)
Pete. (aside) It's mighty plain what kind ob company he 'sociates wid. 'Pears to me he's nebber learned how to 'dress gen'men, eider. (points to self)
Wheeler. (folding note) Give my compliments to Mrs. Thornton and tell her I shall be pleased to accept her kind invitation.