“Yo’ fink dat am bery funny.”
“It’s not so funny as yez are.”
“Yah, yah! am dat so?”
“Didn’t I tell yez?”
“Don’ yo’ git too gay wif me, chile. Dar am jes’ sand enough in mah wool fo’ to take de conceit out ob yo’.”
“Bejabers, I’d go soak me head if I had sand in me hair,” said Barney, contemptuously; “take a shampoo, naygur!”
“Yo’ am gettin’ sassy!”
“On me worrud, I’m the only gintleman on yer list av acquaintances, an’ bekase I tell ye yer faults it proves me your frind.”
Pomp scratched his head again.
Then he looked at Barney and Barney looked at him. Barney began to edge away and Pomp lowered his head.