“Why, pray?”

“Why? Hm! I un’erstan’. Tha’s because I jus’ your liddle bit slave.”

“You’re my wife, you little bit fraud.”

“Wife? Oh, I dunno.” She pretended to deliberate.

“Then you’ve tricked me into a false marriage, madam,” declared her husband, with great wrath.

“Tha’s fault nakoda.”

“What is?”

“Thad you god me for wife, and,” slowly, “servant.”

“Fault! Come here, servant, then. Servants must obey.”

“Nod so bad master, making such grade big noises,” she laughed back daringly. “Besides, servant must sit long way off from thad same noisy master.”