“If you him lub, you boun be true to him. Ob coas, you den marry him.”
“What! a boy like that! Marry cousin Frank! Oh, no. When I get married, it must be to a man!”
“Berry clar you no him lub. Den may be dar am some’dy else?”
“You admit that you’ve been in love yourself, Sabby?” said her young mistress, without replying to the last remark.
“I admit dat, Missa. Sabby hab had de feelin’ twice.”
“Twice! That is strange, is it not?”
“Not in de Wess Indy Island.”
“Well, no matter about the second time. If I should ever love twice, then I’d know all about it. Tell me, Sabby, how did it seem the first time? I suppose it’s the same with you coloured people as with us whites?”
“Jess de same—only wif de Creole it am mo’ so.”
“More so! More what?”