"Three months, is it? Only three months an' as black as thot? Faith, I'll not land!"
Dinah, crying bitterly, was coming down the street with her feet bandaged.
"Why, what on earth's the matter?" she was asked. "How did you hurt your feet, Dinah?"
"Dat good fo' nothin' nigger [sniffle] done hit me on de haid wif a club while I was standin' on de hard stone pavement."
"'Liza, what fo' yo' buy dat udder box of shoe-blacknin'?"
"Go on, Nigga', dat ain't shoe-blacknin', dat's ma massage cream!"
"Johnny," said the mother as she vigorously scrubbed the small boy's face with soap and water, "didn't I tell you never to blacken your face again? Here I've been scrubbing for half an hour and it won't come off."