“Git er way from dat do!”
“G’long chile, en quit yer projeckin’.” Nelse was using his softest and most persuasive tones now.
“G’way from dat do!”
“Come on, Eve, de man waitin’ out dar fur us!”
“Git away I tells you er I scald you wid er kittle er hot water!”
Nelse drew back slightly from the door.
“But, honey, whar yo ole man gwine ter sleep?”
“Dey’s straw in de barn, en pine shatters in de dog house!” she shouted slamming the window.
“Eve, honey!”—
“Doan you come honeyin’ me, I’se er spec’able ’oman I is. Ef you wants ter marry me you got ter come cotin’ me in de day time fust, en bring me candy, en ribbins en flowers and sich, en you got ter talk purtier’n you ebber talk in all yo born days. Lots er likely lookin’ niggers come settin up ter me while you gone in dat wah, en I keep studin’ ’bout you, you big black rascal. Now you got ter hump yo’se’f ef you eber see de inside er dis cabin ergin.”