Fer joy I’d shooly feel like yellin’
Ef Santy’d brang me a watermelon.
(Measures as before, bows low and takes seat.)
Tillie—Teacher, he won’t git skun, will he?
Mr. Judd—No, indeed he won’t. That was very good, very good (he gives Rastus bright stick of candy).
Rastus (eating candy)—Teacher, I jes’ as liefs to speak mah piece ovah agin.
Teacher—No, once is enough.
Billy—Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo!
Mrs. Skaggs—Lan’ sakes, Billy, what’s the matter now?