Pete. Yes, missus. (going)
Mrs. T. (noticing Pete's appearance) Why, what is the meaning of your being arrayed in that attire? (Wheeler smiles)
Daisy. (laughing) He imagined he was to play the host this morning and receive your guests. So he dressed himself up accordingly.
Pete. Mind your own bis'nis. Missus wasn't a talkin' to yo'.
Mrs. T. (warningly) Pete!
Pete. Well, make Daisy keep quiet. She's always meddlin' wid my affairs. Some day I'll make her wish she'd never been born.
Mrs. T. (firmly) Just as soon as you answer the bell, go to your room, change your clothing, and make yourself tidy. I want you to wait on the table at dinner.
Pete. Wait on de table? (Daisy's face wears an irritating smile)
Mrs. T. That's what I said.
Pete. (in expostulating tone) But dat's Daisy's work.