Pete (perplexed). I ain't got no uniform, massa; 'specs I needs a sword for dat.
Col. That is a ragged coat you have on for this time of year. (Goes into tent and brings out old army coat with gold stripes and buttons). Here, put this on. You won't grow to it this year (laughs), but it is better than nothing.
Pete (delighted; changes coat and walks about, admiring himself). I jes wish my ole mammy see me now, she'd be proud, she'd be.
Col. Pete, you are to take good care of everything that belongs to me; and some day, when the war is over, we will go North and try to find your mammy.
Pete. Has you a mammy, Massa Colonel?
Col. No, Pete; she died long ago; but a dear wife and sister are praying for a safe return.
Pete. Massa Colonel, I'll do jes de bery bes I knows.
Col. Well said, Pete. Now go into my tent and put it in order.
Pete. All right, massa. (Salutes and enters tent; enter Potts and Bijah.)