“Yo’re funny,” says Zibe. “Yuh ought to study comedy. Pers’nally, I’ve got the physical assets to make a tragedian—voice, carriage—”
“Squeak and a buckboard,” interrupts Peewee. “Tragedian!”
“I have so. I could do Shakespeare.”
“Shore—in a horse-trade. As far as that’s concerned, I ain’t never seen anybody yuh couldn’t do, Zibe. Yo’re in love.”
“No such a damn thing!”
“How old is she?”
“I ain’t askin’ no lady her age. Anyway, age don’t make no difference; so—sa-a-a-ay, what lady are yuh talkin’ about?”
“The one Judgment Jones is nutty about.”
“That old Scriptural scorpion!”