“’Cose dey’s fresh. Hyah!—quit smellin’ o’ dem fish!”
“I ain’t smellin’ ’em.”
“What you doin’, den?”
“I’ze jus’ whisperin’ to ’em: dat’s all.”
“An’ what you whisperin’ to dem fish?”
“Oh, I’ze jus’ askin’ ’em how’s all dey’re relations dat dey lef’ in de ocean.”
“An’ what dey say?”
“Dey say it’s so long since day seen ’em dat dey forgits.”
An Irishman said: “Last night at two o’clock in the marnin’ whin I was walkin’ up and down the flure wid me bare feet on the oil-cloth wid a cryin’ child on aich arm, I cuddent help rememberin’ that me father wanted me to be a priest. But I thought I knew better than he did!”