"I tink dey's all right in dey place."
"Where's their place?"
"Out in the kennel wid the dawg!" said Ardelia, shaking with laughter. "All 'cepin' the Perfessor and Massa Jarvis," she added.
"You think they are a lower order, do you?"
"Yassum. I sho' do. Mos' of dem just clutterin' up the earth."
"That's the reason you don't take that Johnson man on for good, is it?"
"Sho'! I ain't a-goin' to cook and wash fo' no nigger dat ain't got no appreciashun, when I can cook and wash fo' the Perfessor dat know a lady when he sees her."
"But he so infrequently sees her," giggled Bambi, sotto voce.
"No, ma'am, I's eatin' my white bread right here, and I knows it. I ain't goin' to experimentify wid no marryin', nor givin' in marriage."
"In your case, I believe you're right. In my own, however, I know that, mad as I am this morning, 'experimentification' is the breath of life to me."