"You bet! If she runs away you trip her up. Oh, it's great to be in love!"
"Without doubt, sar."
"She's a corker, isn't she?"
"I do not know as to that," Allan demurred. "What may be a carker?"
"I mean she's beautiful."
"Oh, h'indeed so! And her h'eyes—like h'ink spots, as you say."
"Was she wearing a denim dress when you saw her?"
"Yes, yes," eagerly agreed the negro. "Oh, there is no mistake. It was a red dress."
"No, it wasn't. It was blue."
"H'exactly, sar—a sort of reddish blue."