"Yes'm. Jest a minit. I'm seein' to something."
"Direxia Hawkes!"
"How you do pester me, Mis' Tree; there's a man at the door and I don't want to let him stay there alone."
"What does he look like?"
"I don't know, he's a tramp, if he's nothing worse. Most likely he's stealing the umbrellas while here I stand!"
"Show him in here!"
"What say?"
"Show him in here and don't pretend to be deaf when you hear as well as I do."
"You don't want him in here, Mis' Tree—he's a tramp, I tell ye, and the toughest looking"—
"Will you show him in here or shall I come and fetch him?"