“You didn’t buy mor’n two hundred acres, did yu, Jeems?”
“No, dad, not over tu hundred, I reckon.”
“How much money hev yu got left?”
“Nary red, dad; cleaned rite out!”
“Why, I had no idee travellin’ was so ’spensive in them parts, Jeems.”
“Wal, just you try it wonst, an’ you’ll find out, I reckon.”
“Wal, never mind that, let’s hear ’bout the land, an’—but war’s yure hoss?”
“Why, yu see, dad, I was a goin’ along one day—”
“But war’s yure hoss?”
“Yu hole on, dad, an’ I’ll tell yu all ’bout it. Yu see, I was agoin’ along one day, an’ I met a feller as said he was goin’ my way tu—”