"Well?" you say.
"You 'wake, papa?"
"Yes."
"So's me."
"Yes, I hear that you are," you say with cold sarcasm. "What do you want?"
"Oh! nuffin."
"Well, lie still and go to sleep then."
"I isn't s'eepy, papa."
"Well, I am, young man."
"Is you? I isn't—not a bit. Say, papa, papa! If you was wich what would you buy me?"