Pete. Why, yo' know missus 'spects her brudder-in-law, de Deacon, dis mawnin', an' some oder company fur dinner, an' as I'se de only male pusson in dis house now, I spruced up to do de honors ob de 'casion.
Daisy. Honors of the occasion! Why, what do you mean?
Pete. When people hab parties an' 'ceptions don't dey always hab somebody to do de 'ceivin'?
Daisy. Of course they do, but you are not such a great goose as to suppose Mrs. Thornton will call upon a black booby like you to meet her guests, are you?
Pete. (rising hastily and assuming a threatening attitude) Black booby? Don't yo' say that again! (contemptuously) Niggahs always better than poor white trash. I 'spose yo' think if yo' was a man missus would call upon yo', but she'd nebber do dat while I was around, suah. (resumes seat)
Daisy. (soothingly) There, there, Pete, I did not mean to hurt your feelings, but you get on your "high horse" so often and make yourself so ridiculous that one must say something to save you from being thrown and badly injured.
Pete. Well, it's none ob yo'r bis'nis if dat hoss breaks my neck.
Daisy. Very well, then, Pete, we will drop the subject. Now, I want to ask you something.
Pete. It am no use, fo' I'll not answer yo'.