"Ess, I tell Mr. Sinka I nod lig'—thad you telling me so."
"Well, Numè!" Mrs. Davis' voice betrayed her impatience. "What did you do that for?"
The girl half shrugged her little shoulders.
"Oa! I dunno."
"Numè, you must be careful how you speak to men. Don't tell them anything. If you like them, keep it to yourself; it's a good thing you told him you disliked him, this time, and did not leave him with the impression that you were in love with him. You know, dear, girls have to be very careful who they like."
"Bud, Mr. Sinka tell me nod to let any one choose for me—thad I lig'"—she paused a moment, and added vaguely, "thad I lig' who I lig'."
"Really, Numè, you might take my advice before Mr. Sinclair's," the older lady said, quite provoked.