Gin. Exactly! Dat’s what I said! When ole massa sees me he’ll be consulted. ’Cause ye see I’m a nigger an’ a nigger aint no gentleman. He’ll jes have more dignity than a pew full o’ deacons and walk off consulted.
Tick. Wont that get you into trouble?
Gin. Well, ole massa’ll storm ’round an’ threaten to lam me, but he wont even tech me ’case massa’s a gentleman an’ I’ve been in de family three generations!
Tick. Oh you prevaricator!
Gin. A what! Say dat again. I didn’t quite git dat.
Tick. You’re not over twenty-five years old.
Gin. Twenty-five las fall come a year. But ye see my gran’mammy she was in de family, dat’s one generation; and my mammy she was Mr. Topp’s nurse, dat’s two generations, ain’t it? An’ I was one generation, aint I?
Tick. There’s no doubt of it.
Gin. All right, I ain’t no great scholar, but I know three times one is three times.