"Snout."
"Yo's, mistah!"
"Pig tail 'n' swee' taters."
"'N' yo's?"
"Stewed haid."
"Ah wan' some magetti," sang a small boy on a stool, with papers under his arm.
"Gimme a yeah sanrich," from one with a very loud mouth.
Slim was very hard to please, as it now appeared, and was having some difficulty in being satisfied.
"What is your specialty here?"
"Ah don' tole you du' ohdahs already. We has hog year, 'n' hog snoot, 'n' pig tail, 'n' collap greens, 'n'—"