“Who say you ain’t?”
“I say so, ’caus’ my papa says I’m er man! My papa don’t go ter sleepy in the day time!”
“Lordee! I bet he do if he gits er chanct. Dat dog gwine bite yer if you don’t quit foolin’ wid es tail.”
“Bray ain’t goin’ ter bite me—Mammy, you tie the bow.”
“Tie er ribbin bow on er dog’s tail?”
“Oom hoo!”
“Ooom hoo? Is dat de way you speaks ter yo’ ole Mammy?”
“I says, yes, ma’m.”
“Well, gimme de ribbin!—but what you wanter tie er bow on er dog’s tail fur? Folks puts bows ’round dey necks.”
“But I want ter fool Bray, and make him think this is his head.”