"Oh, you're a liar!"
"It's the truth!"
"Is it so, Jean? Have you really not seen a colored girl in a whole year?"
"I have never lied to you, have I?"
"Well, no. Of course you haven't; but I don't know what I would do under such circumstances. Not seeing nigga's for a year."
"But I've seen enough already to make up."
She laughed. "Lordy, me. Did you ever see so many 'shines' as there are on State Street!" She paused and her face became a little serious for a moment. "By the way, Jean, why don't you marry my sister?"
"You're shameful! Your sister wouldn't have me. I'm a farmer."
"Oh, yes she would. Pearl's getting tired of getting engaged to these Negroes around Chicago. She likes you, anyhow."
"Tut, tut," he laughed depreciatingly. "Pearl would run me ragged out there on that farm!" She laughed too.