"What did yo' mother send you after, Mose?" Margaret inquired.
"Cup o' v—v—v—v—v—"
"Can't you write it down?" Jasper inquired.
"Kik—kik—kik—ki—kan'—can't write."
"Don't you think you mout go off somewhar an' l'arn?"
"Ain't got—got tity—tity—t——t—time."
"Wall," said Jasper, "it appears to me like you've got all the time thar is. Wall. All right, jest set thar till it comes to you and then let us know what you want." He went over to a table where his wife was standing, drew out a stool, sat down and said to her: "So, you think I can be a bigger fool when I try than—"
"Hush," she cautioned, pointing to Mose, "he's a hearin' you."
Starbuck slowly turned his head, looked at Mose and then said to his wife: "Wall, whar's the difference, he can't tell about it."
"Come atter a c—c—c—cup o' v—v—v—v—"