“We’ve been to a Music-hall, an’ a pahty, an’ Snowball has dropped black kittens.” Forestalling Miami, Edna rapped it out.
“Oh shucks!”
“An’ since we go into S’ciety, we keep a boy in buttons!”
Mrs. Mouth turned about.
“Where is dat ijit coon?”
“He stay behind to bargain for de peewee birds, Mammee, fo’ to make de taht.”
“De swindling tortoise.”
“An’ dair are no vacancies at de University: not fo’ any ob us!” Edna further retailed, going off into a spasm of giggles.
She was swinging a wicker basket, from which there dangled the silver forked tail of a fish.