“Prancing Nigger,” Mrs. Mouth rose, remarking, “befo’ you start to grummle, I leab you alone to your Jereymiads!”
“A misfortnit sho’ nuff,” he mused, and regret for the savannah country, and the tall palm-trees of his village, oppressed his heart. Moreover, his means (derived from the cultivation of the Musa paradisica, or Banana) seemed likely to prove erelong inadequate to support the whims of his wife, who after a lifetime of contented nudity, appeared to be now almost insatiable for dress.
A discordant noise from above interrupted the trend of his thoughts.
“Sh’o, she plays wid it like a toy,” he sighed, as the sound occurred again.
“Prancing Nigger, de water-supply cut off!”
“It’s de Lord’s will.”
“Dair’s not a drop, my lub, in de privy.”
“’Cos it always in use!”
“I b’lieb dat lil half-caste Ibum, ’cos I threaten to gib him notice, do somet’in’ out ob malice to de chain.”