“Right. Now how did your little girl get this bread?”
“Beg a quattie from a lady, please,” said the mother.
“Yes, but where did she buy the bread when she had the quattie. Bread is free now, you can’t buy it.”
“Bought it fim Daddy Hamilton, please, old man who live alone by himself across opposite. But he ha’n’t got no more, please!”
“I’ll go and see Daddy Hamilton,” said the gardener. “How many children have you got, Mrs. Morra?”
“Please?”
“How many children?”
“Please?”
“How many pickneys?” said the gardener, inspired.
“Pickneys please thank you,” said Mrs. Morra. “I got Dacia Maree Blanche Rosabel Benjum Teodor Lionel.”