"Huh uh—still worse'n dat. I'm goin' to leave you."
"Huh uh—no you ain', 'cause any place you'd go you wouldn' no more'n git dah twell you'd tu'n erroun' all of er sudden an' say, 'Why, dah's Ben!' an' dah I'd be."
They chattered on like children while she was putting the supper on the table and he was laving his hot face in the basin beside the door.
"I got great news fu' you," he said, as they sat down.
"I bet you ain' got nothin' of de kin'."
"All right. Den dey ain' no use in me a tryin' to 'vince you. I jes' be wastin' my bref."
"Go on—tell me, Ben."
"Huh uh—you bet I ain', an' ef I tell you you lose de bet."
"I don' keer. Ef you don' tell me, den I know you ain' got no news worth tellin'."
"Ain' go no news wuff tellin'! Who-ee!"