And your little cousins see?
Jenny.
Oh, no, thank you, sir; from home I cannot go.
Jimmy B. [Eating rapidly.]
Well, we'll speak of that bime-by.
Vittles, fust-class—spiced quite high.
Yes—they're most as good as what I get in town.
[Pushes his plate away.]
Now, then; I will tell you, Miss,
What's the meaning of all this.