“Ve-well, Thoms; ve-well! I want you to employ it.”
“In what way, yer honner? anything yer honner may desire me to do.”
“Yaw know the niggaw girl—the bwown girl with the tawban, I mean?”
“Miss Vaghan’s waitin’-maid?”
“Exactly—ya-as. Yolaw, or something of the sawt, is the queetyaw’s name.”
“Yis—Yowla; that’s her name, yer honner.”
“Well, Thoms, I pwesume you have excellent oppwotunities of holding convawsation with haw—the niggaw, I mean?”
“Plenty of oppurtunity, yer honner. I’ve talked with her scores of times.”
“Good. Now, the next time yaw talk with haw, Thoms, I want you to pump haw.”
“Pump her! what’s that, yer honner?”