“‘I lithp,’ says she.
“‘I knows you does, Liz,’ says I; ‘but it ain’t nothin’ t’ cry about.’
“‘I can’t say Joneth,’ says she.
“‘No,’ says I; ‘but you’ll be changin’ your name,’ says I, ‘an’ it won’t matter no more.’
“‘An’ if I can’t say Joneth,’ says she, ‘I can’t thay––’
“‘Can’t say what?’ says I.
“‘Can’t thay Thooth!’ says she.
“Lord! No more she could. An’ t’ say Moses Shoos! An’ t’ say Mrs. Moses Shoos! Lord! It give me a pain in the tongue t’ think of it.
“‘Jutht my luck,’ says she; ‘but I’ll do my betht.’