"Miss Cleo!"
"Cleo——"
"Yassah."
"Well, you are a fool!" the boy exclaimed indignantly.
"Yassah, I spec I is," Andy answered, crestfallen, "but I des can't hep it, sah."
"Cleo, my nurse, my mammy—why, she wouldn't wipe her foot on you if you were a door-mat. She's almost as white as I am."
"Yassah, I know, an' dat's what make me want her so. She's mine ef I kin git her! Hit des takes one drap er black blood to make er nigger, sah."
"Bah—she wouldn't look at you!"
"I know she holds er high head, sah. She's been eddicated an' all dat—but you listen ter me, honey—she gwine look at me all de same, when I say de word."
"Yes, long enough to laugh."