Spicy. "Come, then, stand out of the sunshine."
Tater. "In! Three clayers and a alley. Game! Hooray!"
Spicy. "Oh ah! I dare say. It's no go; play agin."
Tater. "No, no, it's my game."
Spicy. "I say t'an't."
Tater. "I say 'tis."
Spicy. "You'm a story!"
Tater. "Y ou'm another!"
Spicy. "Come, give me my alley, will yer?"
Tater. "No I sharn't!"