"All right, mum; (he counts) one, two, free, foah, five, six, seben, eight, nine, ten. You can rely on dem bein' fresh. How's your son comin' on de school? He must be mos' grown."
"Yes, Uncle Moses; he is a clerk in a bank in Galveston."
"Why, how ole am de boy?"
"He is eighteen."
"You don't tole me so! Eighteen, and getting a salary already! Eighteen (counting), nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-free, twenty-foah, twenty-five. And how's your gal comin' on? She was most growed up de last time I seed her."
"She is married and living in Dallas."
"Wall, I declar'; how time scoots away! And you say she has childruns? Why, how ole am de gal? She must be just about——"
"Thirty-three."
"Am dat so? (Counting.) Firty-free, firty-foah, firty-five, firty-six, firty-seben, firty-eight, firty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two, forty-free. Hit am singular dat you has sich ole childruns. You don't look more den forty years old yerseff."