Bud [To Dun.] And Skillet and I have made so bold, My lord—
Dun Yes, you generally do make bold—but bless you, my children—bless you.
Asa Say, you, lord, buttons, I say, whiskers.
Dun Illustrious exile? [Comes down.]
Asa They're a nice color, ain't they?
Dun Yes, they're all wight now.
Asa All wight? no, they're all black.
Dun When I say wight I mean black.
Asa Say, shall I tell that sick gal about that hair dye?
Dun No, you needn't tell that sick gal about that hair dye!