“You’d find it,” he said, “even softer, if you’ll try it nearer me.”
“Dis a mighty pretty place!”
“And you—” but he checked his tongue.
“Fo’ a villa so grand, dair must be mo’ dan one privy?”
“Some six, or seven!”
“Ours is broke.”
“You should get it mended.”
“De aggervatines’!” she wriggled.
“Tell me about them.”
And so, not without digressions, she unfolded her life.