Giz. 'S Hattie Brown came in?
[Lut'er spits and almost shakes his head negatively.]
She's a mighty good little steam-boat.
Lut'er. She's water-logged.
Giz. She ain't water-logged.
Lut'er. She is.
Giz. She ain't.
Lut'er. She is.
Giz. She ain't.
[The argument dies of malnutrition. After a moment of silence Giz speaks.]