“D’yer moind yer wor afther lavin’ ther loights lit in ther shop.”
“Me?” said the coon. “G’way! ‘Twarn’t me, honey. Yo’ done it.”
“Go an’ turrun thim out, naygur!”
“Won’t do nuffin’ ob de kine.”
“Neither will I, me jewel.”
“When Marse Frank come back he gwine ter git mad.”
“Shure, you’re a dead man, then, fer I’ll blame it on you.”
“An’ I’se gwine ter say dat yo’ done did it, chile.”
“Ther two av us will get it in ther neck, then.”
“Dunno ‘bout dat, I’ish,” said Pomp. “If I’se got ter go, yo’ go, too!”