The cook looked at him. "Is you fo'gittin' me?"
"You hungry? De way you looks, yo's et all de grub whut is."
"Nach'ral to be fat. Look at de elephant. How come you so skinny?"
"Wah mis'ry. All I et fo' two yeahs in France wuz Guv'ment rashuns. Dey wuzn't fillin'. I et myse'f down to boy-size pants de fust yeah. Secon' yeah dey lets me run wild 'cause dey couldn't find no unifawm small enough."
"Wuz yo' in de big drive?"
"I'll say I wuz. Us boys drove more railroad spikes at St. Sulpice dan a colonel has cooties. Woman, how come you knows all about de names ob de wah?"
"I had a husban' uplifteh in de wah whut wrote me letters. Mebbe yo' met up wid him, name bein' Huntington Boone."
The Wildcat's jaw sagged open as far as the roots of his lolling tongue. "Honey Tone! De uplifteh? He's yo' man?"
"You knows him?'
"Ah knows him some—goin' on a thousan' francs he lifted off me wid de gallopin' ivory."