“Haw, haw, Miss Marfy, you sholy is de beatenes’ one to have yo’ joke.”
“I ’claih to goodness, Mistah Dunkin, I’s s’prised at a man o’ yo’ position lettin’ Mistah Taf’ git de bes’ of him dat way.”
“Nemmine, Miss Marfy, I ’low dat young man o’ yo’n done let out my secut, but you cain’t rig me ’bout hit.”
“I don’t unnerstan’ you. What young man, an’ what secut?”
“Oh, I reckon you an’ Mistah Taf’ ’ll soon be man an’ wife, an’ hit ain’t no hahm fu’ de wife to know what de husban’ know.”
“I do’ know huccome you say dat; Mistah Taf’ don’ have nothin’ to say to me; he cou’tin’ Miss Callena Johnson.”
“Don’ have nothin’ to say to you! Cou’tin’ Miss Callena!”
“Dat’s de reason I wants to know huccome you back out.”
“Back out! Who back out? Me back out? I ain’t nevah backed out: Mistah Taf’ foolin’ you.”