"Wal, haint I right for to 'tect my ole 'oman?"
"Now, ha, ha!" cried Nace, as he entered, "de idee ob yer 'tectin' a wife! I jist wisht Masser sell yer apart, den whar is yer 'tection ob one anoder?"
"Oh, dat am very different. Den I'd jist git me anoder ole 'oman, an' she'd git her anoder ole man."
"Sure an' I would," was Sally's reply; "hain't I done had five old men already, an' den if Jake be sole, I'de git somebody else."
"White folks don't do dat ar' way," interposed Dan, as he picked away at a bone.
"In course dey don't. Why should dey?" put in Nace. "Ain't dey our Massers, and habn't dey dar own way in ebery ting?"
"I wisht I'd bin born white," added Dan.
"Ya, ya, dat is funny!"
"Do de free colored folks live like de whites?" asked Sally.