"Say, moth——!"
"Look out, now!"
"What you sewin' on?"
"The machine."
"Pooh, you know I don't mean that. What you making? Anything for me?"
"No, ma'am."
"Well, what are you, then?"
"I'm a perfeck lady, an' I'm makin' a motta that proves it."
"Mother-r-r, I think you're real mean. All the girls at school have fancier clo'es 'n I got, an' I think you just might make me some new ones, so there!"
"Sure I might!" admitted Mrs. Slawson blandly.